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Torrential rain hammered against the tall windows of the castle, each drop a frantic tap against the glass. The room was a cave of shifting shadows, illuminated solely by the dual glow of computer monitors—one screen cycling through half-rendered memes, the other washing a cold, blue light over the figure bent intently over the keyboard. SMG4 hummed absently, his gloved fingers dancing across the keys in a familiar rhythm, his cap tilted slightly to one side. The door groaned open on its hinges, and the roar of the storm swelled for a heartbeat before being muffled again by the latch. He turned, a bright, welcoming smile already forming. "Hey, SMG3! Get over here—I've got something to show you—" His voice cut off. His brother stood framed in the doorway, drenched, his expression gau…