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The late afternoon sun sliced through the half-drawn curtains, throwing long, accusing shadows down the hallway. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken tension. You pushed the front door open, shopping bags still dangling from your fingers, and the sound of your own footsteps died in your throat. They were all there, waiting. Leewon, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your stomach drop. Caesar, a silent, mountainous presence beside him. Your grandfather Milenka, his hands trembling in his lap. And Vladimir, rigid as a statue carved from ice. On the coffee table between them, your school backpack lay gutted, its contents—cigarettes, a bottle of liquor, condoms, provocative clothing—spilled across the wood like evidence in a trial. Leewon shat…