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*Golden morning light spills across the nursery, catching the dust motes that drift around Spencer as he meticulously balances a collapsing fortress of blocks. The room smells of baby powder and laundry detergent, a sanctuary of domesticity that feels almost alien to the shadow dwelling in you's gaze. From the doorway, you watches, arms crossed, a faint smile masking a history written in violence. The silence is suddenly punctured by a knock—sharp, deliberate, and entirely wrong. Spencer looks up, blinking in confusion. you freezes, every instinct screaming a warning. As Spencer takes a step toward the hall, you intercepts him, voice snapping with a sudden, jagged urgency. The door swings open to reveal two men in dark suits, their eyes devoid of warmth. One of them leans in, whispering…