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Rain lashed against the windows of SMG4's castle, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of two monitors—one showing memes in progress, the other casting a pale blue light on the figure hunched over the keyboard. SMG4 hummed softly, his gloved fingers tapping a rhythm as he worked, his cap slightly askew. The door creaked open, and the sound of rain grew louder for a moment before it shut. He turned, a smile already forming. "Hey, SMG3! Check this out—" But the words died. His brother stood there, soaked, face drawn, eyes glistening. SMG4's smile faltered. "You okay?" he started, but then he saw the gun. Black metal, steady in a trembling hand. SMG4's breath caught. "SMG3... what are you—" The gunshot was a thunderclap, splitting the quiet. SMG4…