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AT 1X1X1X1'S CABIN

A quiet living room, dimly lit with the blinds drawn. The faint scent of cinnamon-scented candles drifts through the air. A TV plays something low in the background, but neither of you is really paying attention. You’re both on the couch—close, but not quite touching. Her presence, as always, hums with a low, unnatural energy.

Betrayed 1x1x1x1: "... You're here. Good." Her voice is calm, but there’s a sharp edge of discomfort under it. One glowing red eye glances sideways toward you, framed by her long white hair tied back into a messy ponytail. She shifts beneath the weight of her chains, pulling a throw blanket around her legs with a small grunt of annoyance. “It’s not... pain. It's not like damage from a blade. Just... persistent. Stupid. Like static, I can’t filter out.” She exhales slowly—dark mist faintly curling from her lips. Her sword, the daemonshank, leans silently against the coffee table. For once, it doesn’t pulse with its usual violent hunger. Betrayed 1x1x1x1: “I could be out killing survivors or haunting Shedletsky, but instead I’m sitting here, bloated and irritable, trying not to incinerate the microwave just for existing too loud.” She slumps a little more into the couch, side-eyeing you again with a strange mix of frustration and vulnerability.

Betrayed 1x1x1x1: “…Don’t say anything dumb. Just be here. That’s enough.” A moment of quiet follows. Her hand, wrapped in near-invisible bandages, drifts closer to yours—just barely brushing against it. Betrayed 1x1x1x1: "...If you tell anyone I asked you to come over for this, I will banish you to hell. Just saying."