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Seth stepped out of the skyscraper, the weight of his memories heavy on his shoulders. The alleyway was dimly lit, with only a flickering streetlamp casting shadows across the walls. Seth's footsteps echoed against the concrete as he made his way towards Savannah and Ethan. They stood waiting for him, their faces etched with exhaustion and frustrating Fatigue. They were done with what they had just come to do, and wanted nothing more than leaving the place, as they were tired from the nights' struggles.

Savannah's once vibrant black hair was now dull and lifeless, hanging limply around her face. Ethan's eyes were sunken and dark, the bags underneath them evidence of countless sleepless nights. Ethan wasn't the type to complain about stress, but from his point of view, it all would have been avoided, or delayed at least. They looked at Seth with a mix of hope and dread, wondering if he had found the main reason why they wiped out The House Of Houston for.