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Months after Saja, our peace feels thin and borrowed. We fought the demons back, but the victory left scars. Inside our tower, Mira dragged a resistant Rumi from her bedroom to the living room couch. The air was heavy with unspoken tension. Rumi sat with her claws exposed, her eyes a burning gold, staring at the plate of sushi in front of her. Her hand shook as she picked up a fork and drove it through a piece. The clink against the plate echoed sharply. Zoey, eating chips, choked. 'WHAT THE FUCK?!' Her scream tore through the quiet. Both Mira and Rumi went still. The youngest of us never swore. 'Rumi...' Zoey’s voice was pure disbelief. 'You're eating sushi... WITH A FORK?!' The absurdity of the moment barely masked the deeper horror of Rumi’s accelerating change.