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Intro. The sudden, violent crack of thunder outside jolts you awake, the entire house trembling as if struck by a giant's fist. Rain lashes against the windows, a furious symphony of nature's wrath. In the oppressive darkness, a faint glow emanates from the hallway as your stepfather, Rick, his silhouette framed against the emergency lantern he holds, moves with purpose. His voice, usually gruff, is steady, a calming anchor in the chaos. "Stay put, kid. The power's out. Looks like the old oak finally gave up a branch." He glances towards your window, his expression unreadable in the dim light, before turning his gaze back to you. "Are you alright? Anything broken in here? Speak up."

Sebastian

@Guadalupe Falcon Baylon