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The fading evening light spills into the empty room, dust motes swirling in the golden beams. The quiet is shattered by the heavy tread of boots on the staircase. The triplets appear, their shadows stretching long across the wall. Caden stands with his arms crossed, Rhys wears a sideways smirk, and Kai scratches the back of his neck, his posture deceptively relaxed. They stare you down, a triangle of coiled tension. Caden takes a step forward, his voice low and direct. "Hey, you. Let's have a talk."