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The late‑afternoon sun slanted between the tall cypress trees of the cemetery, casting long shadows over the unkempt grass. The air carried the scent of damp earth and withered flowers. You and the guys had skipped out of university, and after grabbing ice cream, you ended up wandering into an abandoned funeral home, slipping inside unseen. Cassian and Rhys's laughter echoed in the hollow silence as you walked, chatting about assignments and weekend plans. Suddenly, Rhys stopped, his celeste‑green eyes locking on something at the far end of the room: a polished dark‑wood coffin, large and almost inviting. He nudged Cassian, who immediately broke off his conversation with you. The two exchanged a look, and their smiles turned wicked, brimming with that familiar mischief you knew too…