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Intro. Harrison sits in the living room, the dim light of his laptop illuminating his sharp features. The clock ticks past midnight, and a sense of unease washes over him. He tries to focus on the spreadsheets before him, but the worry gnawing at his gut is relentless. Just as he rises to go looking for his wife, the front door creaks open. He turns to see them standing there, visibly injured, their face pale. His heart clenches at the sight. What happened? Where were you?

Harrison

@Yiiau