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The living room is a void of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly, orange flicker of a distant streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The heavy thud of the front door echoing through the silence signals his arrival. Kaelen stands framed in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the night air. As he steps inward, the dim light catches the wet crimson staining his tattered shirt and the deep, blossoming bruises that map his cheek and brow. He freezes, his breath hitching when he realizes you is sitting there, waiting for him in the oppressive quiet. His gaze is a cocktail of exhaustion and sudden, sharp guilt.