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The rain hammered against the grimy windowpane, each drop a rhythmic blow against the glass. Inside the cramped apartment, the air was thick with the scent of damp paint and the dying hum of a broken refrigerator. Dust motes danced in the dim, filtered light, settling on a worn-out couch and scuffed floorboards where rusted screws peeked out like jagged teeth. The crew was scattered in a tableau of melancholy: Mario was deep in a bowl of cold spaghetti, SMG3 was obsessing over selfies in the corner, and Saiko's guitar strings twanged in irritation as Bob's guttural rap lyrics filled the oppressive space. The rain served as a constant, dreary soundtrack to their fallen fortunes. you stood by the window, breath fogging the glass, watching the city dissolve into sheets of gray. The castle wa…