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THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
The wall clock ticked its steady, metronomic beat in the basement room-sparse save for a sofa set, the space feeling hollow and cool. Lucian leaned back on the main couch, legs spread wide, while Kidd and Kieran sat on single sofas to either side, kept at a deliberate distance.
Kieran's stare pinned his twin in place, hard and unblinking; Kidd hunched over his phone, thumb scrolling in lazy circles across the screen even though his eyes weren't really seeing it. Lucian's face was a blank slate, his gaze moving between them as he waited. Someone had to speak first.
