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The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. A single chair stands against the counter, and there you are — balancing on it, rag in hand, reaching for the highest pane. The front door creaks open, and four pairs of amber eyes lock onto you. Price's voice is low, urgent: 'Love, get down. Now.' Ghost moves first, a shadow closing in. The others follow, their growls barely restrained. What will you do?