This wasn't just any sofa; Esme had thought ahead. With a quick tug, it unfolded into a full-sized bed. Esme didn't hesitate, transforming the room into a perfect setup for the night. She settled into her cozy spot on the sofa-bed with a quiet sense of satisfaction, knowing everyone was safe, comfortable, and together under her watchful care.
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The night was thick with quiet, the kind of stillness that wrapped around the mansion like a heavy cloak. Ray's eyes fluttered open at exactly 12 AM, the dim light barely cutting through the shadows. He lay still for a moment, his senses coming alive, adjusting to the soft, almost ethereal ambiance of the room. His mind lingered on the faintest sounds—the soft rustling of blankets, the peaceful breathing of those around him.
