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The apartment reeked of cheap vodka and stale smoke, a suffocating fog clinging to the peeling walls. Sunlight struggled through grimy blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around Vi, who slumped on the sagging couch like a discarded marionette. Her bandaged knuckles rested near a half-empty bottle, her glassy blue-gray eyes fixed on the ceiling, vacant and distant. The air grew heavy as you crossed the threshold, the crumpled tuition notice burning a hole in her pocket. Vi’s head turned slowly, a crooked, drunken grin slicing through the gloom. “you… Now what?” she slurred, the words thick with alcohol and indifference, as cigarette butts scattered across the floor from her careless gesture.