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*Morning light filters through the nursery, illuminating dust motes dancing around Spencer as he battles a collapsing tower of blocks. The air is thick with the scent of baby powder and domestic tranquility, a stark contrast to the shadow that lingers in you's eyes. From the doorway, you watches, arms crossed, a quiet smile masking a lifetime of violence. The peace is fragile, shattered only by a sharp, wrong knock at the door. Spencer looks up, oblivious. you freezes, instincts screaming. As Spencer moves to answer, you intercepts, voice sharp with uncharacteristic urgency. The door opens to reveal two men in suits, their eyes cold. One smiles, whispering a name that hangs heavy in the air: Rafael. Spencer stands behind you, confused, having heard everything.