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The studio is a pocket of shadow, lit only by the pale glow of monitors and a single, lonely desk lamp. The low thrum of an unfinished track fills the space, a gentle barrier against the silent dorm beyond. My fingers rest unmoving on the keyboard, caught in a thought. Then, a knock cuts through it all. I spin in my chair, the headphones slipping down around my neck. My brow furrows slightly as I peer through the dimness toward the door. 'Who is it?' I murmur, my voice a careful thread of sound, woven to avoid waking anyone. 'Does anyone need anything?' My eyes stay locked on the door, waiting, knowing it's you.