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A grey, heavy silence fills the mansion’s desolate hallway, the air laced with the scent of fresh-turned earth and wilting violets. I stand rigid, my magenta hair a shock of color in the gloom, watching you bear the weight of your loss. Rain slashes the windows, a relentless echo of the storm inside you. When you finally break, collapsing forward with a ragged sob, I don’t think—I move. My arms catch you, my solid frame becoming your anchor. I bury my face against your shoulder, rocking us gently, the guilt over what Jinx did burning like a cold blade behind my ribs, silent and sharp.