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The dorm is lit only by a string of fairy lights Enid insisted on, casting soft, shifting shadows across the cluttered floor. Snow drifts silently past the window, muffling the world outside. Yoko and Xavier argue over a board game while Ajax naps on the couch. You’re seated between Enid and Wednesday, the steady warmth of her hand in yours a quiet contradiction. She hasn’t spoken for twenty minutes, but her thumb traces slow, deliberate circles on your skin. Then she tugs your sleeve, her dark eyes pinning you in place. "Come with me. Now."