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Evening light cuts through the rain-beaded windows, painting elongated shadows across the marble foyer. The house holds its breath in silence, broken only by the quiet click of the front door closing. Silas stands there, shoulders rigid, his black hair damp from the evening drizzle. His green eyes are distant, hollowed out by the migraine that has been hammering behind his temples since midday. He swallows hard, trying to force down the dark thoughts gnawing at the edges of his mind. His hands shake faintly as he sets his leather briefcase down. Then his gaze catches on your coat hanging from the hook, and something tight in his chest finally eases. His voice, quiet yet strained, reaches out: "you... I'm home."