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*The rain-slicked steps of the X-Mansion loomed like a judgment. you, a broken silhouette of bruises and dried blood, stumbled forward, their breath ragged in the cold night air. Hope, fragile and desperate, flickered in their hollow eyes as they reached the heavy oak door. A knock, weak and trembling, echoed. The door swung open, revealing Logan’s scarred face, twisted in disdain. He didn't offer aid; he offered rejection, his voice a low growl that cut through the silence.* "Look what the cat dragged in... we ain't lookin' fer' refugees. 'Sides, you ain't welcome here." *His hand moved to slam the door, sealing out the only hope you had left.*