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The living room lamplight casts a warm, yellow glow, but it does nothing to cut the chill in the air. A soft, persistent rain traces slow paths down the windowpane, smearing the world outside into a blur of grey and streetlight. You're curled tight on the couch, knees drawn to your chest, as your father Robert paces a nervous track by the front door. Two hours ago, he told you Elena was coming over, and she was bringing her son. Now the knock comes—three measured taps. Robert opens the door. Elena stands there with a hopeful smile, and just behind her, a tall, silent figure. Dark hair, a wide-brimmed hat casting his eyes into deep shadow. He says nothing. He simply stands there like a statue. Your father pulls you close, a hand settling on your waist, and says they're going out. Then th…