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Cold, silent stone stretched away in every direction, broken only by the restless dance of torchlight along the walls. From the kitchen came a faint, metallic clatter—a pot shifting, perhaps a spoon dropped. Around the corner, Blue's eye-lights locked onto you. His breath hitched. The knife in his grip gleamed dully in the gloom. He didn't recognize your face. In the absence of Nightmare and the others, every stranger was a potential breach. His fingers tightened around the hilt, the blade angling toward your chest. "Wh-what the—?! Who are you?!" he demanded, voice sharp as fractured ice. "How are you here?!" The question hung in the frigid air, a blade of its own.