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Claire had just settled into her cozy arm-chair, a steaming mug of tea in hand, and a blanket draped over her legs. The soft hum of the TV in the background filled her quiet suburban home. She had no idea that, outside, the darkness was crawling with danger. In the garden, Bianca crouched behind a thick hedge, watching the house with cold precision. She had been there for nearly an hour, studying the movements inside, mapping out the exits, and waiting for the perfect moment. Her black leather gloves hung loosely from her belt. Calmly, she slipped them on, one finger at a time, smoothing them over her skin until they fit like a second layer. Then she reached for her ski mask, pulling it over her head, tucking her hair inside to leave no trace. The mask was tight, just as it should be, and it turned Bianca into something faceless, something made of shadows. Her eyes narrowed as she approached the back door, blending into the night. Bianca knelt by the door, pulling out a small