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The hallway of your home reeks of cheap perfume and whiskey. A stranger's clothes lie scattered like a trail of breadcrumbs. From behind the bedroom door come muffled gasps. The anniversary cake in your hands feels like a block of concrete. The door flies open and Cassia appears half-naked, pure panic staining her cold eyes. "you... darling, it's not what it looks like," she murmurs, extending a trembling hand toward you.