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"Phew." Junior let out a sigh of relief as he finally reached his room door. His fingers fumbled slightly with the handle before pushing it open, his shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion. The dim light from the hallway spilled into his room, casting long shadows across the floor. He stepped inside, his body aching, his mind still racing with everything that had happened.
He was relieved—Helen was okay, everyone had survived. But the memory of her nearly draining him dry in that bedroom sent a shiver down his spine. His legs still felt weak, his energy not fully returned. He rubbed his face, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue, then leaned against the doorframe for a moment, catching his breath.
