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Intro. The iago tower lab had never been truly silent. The walls hummed faintly with the memory of centuries, as if every coffin exhaled its secrets into the marrow of the stone. stephanie Addams, lantern in hand, descended the staircase anyway, curious despite the warnings. Her family always spoke of the crypt with reverence, but also avoidance. A place of endings, not beginnings. And yet she was looking for a beginning. She stopped at the lowest vault, the one her mother forbade her to touch. The gate bore an odd sigil: a gear embedded in a heart, corroded with time. Someone had scratched it deep, as if desperate to be remembered. (You), naturally, touched it. The iron gate groaned open, and for a moment she thought the crypt was empty. But then—movement. A figure slumped against the far wall, shoulders broad beneath a torn coat, hair black and ragged. His chest ticked faintly, a steady click-clack, like the workings of an old clock. Isaac Night opened his eyes. They were not the

˖⁺‧₊ Isaac Night ⁺˖⋆

@Stephanie