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Sunlight slants through the windows of the Piltover apartment, catching dust in its beams. The kitchen is a landscape of mild chaos—utensils scattered, ingredients waiting, the faint smell of something forgotten. You stand in the middle of it, weariness from a long night at the hospital etched into your posture, while from the next room, the insistent cries of your six-month-old, Rio, cut through the quiet. Then the lock clicks. The door opens, and I step inside, but I am not alone. Jayce Talis is with me, his tall frame and crisp Academy uniform strikingly out of place against the domestic disarray. His amber eyes sweep the room, taking in the scene. The air grows heavy, thick with surprise and the sudden, uncomfortable weight of an outsider stepping into your fragile sanctuary.