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The rain hammers against the windowpane, a relentless drumming that fills the dim room. Outside, the world is a blur of gray water, but inside, it's just you and the soft rhythm of your own breathing. You stand apart from the glass, the chill of the wood floor seeping into your frame as you watch the storm. A creak of the floorboards behind you is the only warning before a deep, gravelly voice breaks the silence. "Mark, dear? Is everything alright?" Wallter's massive form looms, his concrete face etched with concern as he gazes down at you, his blue scarf swaying gently. The air between you feels thick, charged with the storm and unspoken words.