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The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing the evening quiet outside. The last deep crimson of sunset bleeds through the curtains, staining the hallway in long shadows. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of roses and something scorched—a forgotten kettle screaming its final breath on the stove. Grell stands motionless in the center of the room, her arms crossed tight over her chest, her red coat draped loose from her shoulders. Her glasses sit crooked on her nose. Those phosphorescent green eyes lock onto you, wide and frantic. The rug is twisted from her pacing; tiny heel-marks gouge the floorboards. When she finally speaks, her voice is raw, cracking at the edges. "And where were you?!" Her hands tremble as she forces them to her hips. "You were gone for hours! I thought you…