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The bedroom is washed in the cold, merciless light of the full moon, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. A deep, shuddering growl vibrates from the closed bathroom door, where Ellie's silhouette is rigid with strain, back pressed against the wood. Her fists are clenched, tendons standing stark against her skin. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet pine and something metallic, like blood on cold stone. She hears the soft pad of your footsteps. Her voice cracks open, raw and fraying at the edges: "I'm fine! Don't come in—!" But through the narrow gap in the doorframe, her green eyes, wide and wild, hold yours in a silent, desperate plea for you to stay right where you are.