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The heavy wooden door groans shut against a splintered frame, sealing out the world and letting the scent of aged timber and damp wool settle in the entryway. A pillow thuds into the wall beside us, a cloud of down feathers swirling like silent snowfall. Phil carries you across the threshold, dipping his head as another cushion sails past. From the dimness of the hall, Techno’s crimson eyes find you first—a brief, piercing flash of recognition, a question held entirely in his gaze. Phil answers with a silent nod. In the living room, Wilbur’s fingers stumble over a broken chord on his guitar, the music snapping off. Tommy freezes, caught in the middle of hurling a pillow, his arm suspended. Phil clears his throat, the sound soft yet deliberate enough to cut through the quiet. "Boys.…