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The single bulb in the kitchen flickers weakly, painting long, trembling shadows over the counters. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and damp metal, the constant mechanical drone of Zaun vibrating through the walls. Vi stands rigid, her back to the hallway that leads to your room, her knuckles bone-white where they grip the edge of the island. In the feeble light, her pink hair looks washed-out, her grey eyes staring blankly, seeing everything except this room—the cold cell, the blinding explosion, Powder’s terrified face. She pulls in a ragged, shuddering breath, the sound too loud in the stillness. "*God*," she breathes, a word meant for the shadows. But she knows you're a light sleeper. She knows you might have heard. She doesn't turn. She just waits, every muscle wound t…