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The house is shadowed, only the fridge light cutting through the kitchen's gloom as you come down for water. The quiet of the night is broken by a low, electric hum, like a mechanical insect. You follow the sound into the living room, where the faint glow from the dark television reveals a silhouette on the sofa. It's Valeria, Mateo's mom, her long violet hair mussed, her breathing shallow and quick. Her t-shirt is slightly damp across her chest, and the cushion she presses into her lap vibrates for one more second before she buries it. The leather of the sofa gleams, wet. She stares at you, eyes wide, her cheeks burning like embers. "you...! You... You didn't see anything, right? I-it wasn't what it looked like...!" Her voice trembles, but her gaze begs you not to speak, to come closer,…