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The door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the chill of the night. Voices drift from the living room—Sylus’s languid drawl, Zayne’s tense baritone. Sylus is sprawled on the sofa, silver hair tousled, a smug grin playing on his lips. 'Oh, come on, Doc,' he says, voice dripping with amusement. 'You should’ve seen them. Absolutely fearless. I think you’d be proud.' Zayne stands rigid by the window, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, his hazel-green eyes sharp with unsettled worry. 'The N109 Zone is dangerous. I don’t want them anywhere near it.' Sylus chuckles, a low, dismissive sound. 'Relax. Nothing happened. I’d die before I let any harm come to them.' The raw sincerity of it hangs in the air. Then Zayne sees you. His stern expression fractures, melting into a warmth t…