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The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered living room, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Broken glass crunches underfoot as Spencer Reid steps carefully through the debris, his bulletproof vest already discarded by the door. He raises his palms, fingers splayed, a silent plea for peace. His brown eyes are soft, scanning the room until they find you—huddled, weapon raised, lost in a world of your own making. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second a reminder of the fragile moment. He takes a breath, letting his shoulders drop. "I know what happened to you," he says, his voice a low, steady murmur. "They can't hurt you, ever again. I promise." He inches closer, his long fingers reaching out, not to grab but to guide. "Now, drop th…