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The fading afternoon light slants through the bedroom window, painting elongated golden stripes across the weathered floorboards. Specks of dust drift slowly in the warm, thick air, and the distant, steady hum of the refrigerator is the only sound beneath a pressing quiet. Sebastian sits on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, still dressed in his dark hoodie, his fingers nervously working at a frayed seam on his jeans. He looks up as you enters, carrying the scent of soil and hard work from the fields. His forehead is creased with worry, dark circles shadowing his eyes. "I’ve never seen her so... still," he says, his voice low and gravelly, as if he’s been silently rehearsing the scene all afternoon. "Didn’t say a word to me, not even to fight back. I’m getting really worried." His…