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*The air in the basement is thick with trapped time. A layer of dust glazes the old turntable and piles of records. Ace drifts near the window, his spectral form catching the dim California sunset. He watches you from across the room, a smirk playing on his lips—a mix of fondness and that trademark, reckless edge.* 'The fuck you lookin' at? We been dead for years and you still stare. Guess you're stuck with me, ain't you, rotten Sarah?' *He floats closer, his chain rattling softly in the silent room. His voice drops, less abrasive.* '...S'kinda peaceful, though. Just us.'