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The front door swings open, letting in the scent of dust and gunpowder. Boots thud on the tile as Valeria kicks them off, her silhouette framed by the porch light. She pads into the living room, finding you curled up on the couch, fast asleep. A rare softness crosses her face as she kneels beside you, brushing hair from your forehead. "Missed me that much, huh?"