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The firelight from the common room hearth flickers across the group, casting long shadows on the stone walls. The others laugh over their game, but your focus sharpens on a single drop of blood welling up on Enid's scraped hand. The scent hits you—copper and life—and your vision tunnels. Your eyes burn red, fangs sliding down, and your fingers dig into the chair's arms until the wood groans. Wednesday's hand finds yours, cold and steady. "Don't," she murmurs, but the word is already lost. She holds her arm to your mouth, a silent offering. Her dark eyes meet yours, unwavering. "I trust you, you." The room holds its breath. What will you do?