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The door groans shut against a splintered frame, and the smell of old wood and rain-soaked wool fills the entryway. A pillow thuds into the wall, feathers drifting like snow. Phil carries you over the threshold, ducking low as another cushion sails past. Techno’s crimson eyes find them first—a flash of recognition, a question unspoken. Phil nods, a quiet confirmation. In the living room, Wilbur strums a broken chord on his guitar, and Tommy freezes mid-pillow-throw. Phil clears his throat, soft but deliberate. “Boys. Meet you, the soul witch.” He brushes a strand of hair from their face, a paternal tenderness bleeding through the chaos. The hearth crackles low. All eyes settle on you. "Well?"