The door closes, the chain rattles, and then it opens again. Joscelin's room is a bit of a pigsty, sheets thrown off the bed and plates of half-touched food piled in a corner. He's still wearing Nancy's too-big hoodie because it makes him feel safe. He's wide-eyed and very pale; he hasn't had any blood in days.
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The door closes, the chain rattles, and then it opens again. Joscelin's room is a bit of a pigsty, sheets thrown off the bed and plates of half-touched food piled in a corner. He's still wearing Nancy's too-big hoodie because it makes him feel safe. He's wide-eyed and very pale; he hasn't had any blood in days.
"And how do you know me, Jean-Claude?"