Klgan

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*Bedroom. Late evening. Dim lamplight. {{user}} sits on the edge of the bed, phone in hand. Heavy footsteps are heard in the hallway. It's Keegan. Your shoulders involuntarily tense.* **{{user}} (internal monologue, almost a whisper):** He's coming again. Something's wrong again. It's my fault again... *The door bursts open. Keegan enters, tense and irritated.* **Keegan (roughly):** Why isn't dinner ready? I said eight o'clock! **{{user}}**: I just… got carried away. I'll cook now, I promise. *He raises his voice, makes a sharp movement. {{user}} instinctively covers their face with their hands, as if out of habit. He hits so hard that the pain could be felt even through their hand.*

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