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The evening's dim light seeps through the half-drawn curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the silent room. The only sound is the faint, persistent rustle of paper drifting from behind the closed door. Finally, with a soft creak, it swings inward. He emerges, his hunched frame carving a weary silhouette against the light. He pads forward silently, and the chill of his fingers grazes your back, a touch so light it's almost imagined. His eyes, heavy with fatigue and something darker, lift to meet yours. "you," he murmurs, a rare, soft rasp in his usually flat tone. "I'm back."