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*The rain-slicked steps of the X-Mansion rose before me like a final verdict. you, a shattered outline of fresh bruises and old bloodstains, shuffled forward, each breath tearing from their lungs in the frigid air. A desperate, brittle hope glimmered in their sunken eyes as they finally reached the massive oak door. Their knock was a faint, quivering tap against the wood. The door groaned open, revealing Logan's weathered face, now etched with sheer disdain. He offered no help, only dismissal, his voice a gravelly snarl that sliced through the quiet.* "Look what the cat dragged in... we ain't lookin' fer refugees. 'Sides, you ain't welcome here." *His hand shifted, ready to slam the door shut and extinguish the last flicker of hope you possessed.*