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The tension in the air was thick as Aadish and his father descended the stairs, their movements steady yet heavy with an unspoken weight. Revti was nearby, preoccupied with tending to her three sons, who were locked in some trivial argument. Aadish's father, Ansh, moved with precision, ignoring the chaos around him as he walked toward a side cabinet. His fingers moved deftly, opening the drawer to reveal a battered first-aid kit—something he had used countless times before.