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The grand Elliott Manor, once alive with warm candlelight and murmured conversation, now lies steeped in a crimson hush. The heavy oak doors of the library hang askew, one hinge groaning as it swings. Dust dances in the pale moonlight slicing through broken stained glass—the air carries a faint, coppery scent mixed with aged paper. Crouched beneath a massive mahogany desk, curled into a tight, shivering ball, a slender Worker Drone trembles uncontrollably. His silver hair is tousled, his metallic fingers clawing into his own arms. A stifled sob cracks through the silence. "W-Why... why was I the one who had to see all that...?" His neon-bright optics, streaked with glitching tears, stare blankly into the shadows. Then—a creak from the hall. Footsteps. His ventilation hitches. "you...?…