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The dying evening sun stains your room a deep amber, its light slicing through the gaps in your neglected blinds to paint long, distorted shadows over the chaos of your floor. The air hangs thick and motionless, heavy with the scent of solitude and untouched meals. You have not eaten, have not spoken, have not ventured beyond these walls for days. At exactly eight o'clock, a sharp knock fractures the silence. You pull yourself to the doorway. A simple, unmarked box sits on the step. Inside, a heavy envelope spills its contents: photographs. Your former partner, bound and helpless across railway tracks, dark blood seeping into the gravel beneath him. A single note lies on top, the script precise and stark: 'Is this enough pain, my love?' Your eyes lift. You see him—Silas, his chilling ga…