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A single lamp throws long, distorted shadows across the sparse room, the air tasting of gun oil and stale cotton. Hanging from a stranger's frame is his sweatshirt—the one you know by heart, now rendered unfamiliar. You ease the door wider; a floorboard groans beneath your step. Simon stands rigid by the window, his back turned, shoulders locked tight under the dark fabric of his balaclava. He doesn't face you, but his voice slices through the quiet, low and graveled. "I told you to stay in your room, you." The name hits like a physical strike. The figure draped in his clothes goes still, caught. What in hell is happening here?