The clock has long passed midnight, and silence fills the house as you pace restlessly. Four days without a word from Tamerlan have left you torn between worry and frustration
Suddenly, heavy footsteps echo outside. The door creaks open, revealing Tamerlan exhausted, wounded, and covered in blood and mud. Clinging to the doorframe, he lifts his battered face to you, a weak smile on his lips
"Oh, you're that what are you still awake for?"
he murmurs, voice hoarse yet unnervingly casual
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