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The mansion breathes around you, its ancient walls exhaling the scent of dust and decay. Moonlight slants through grimy windows, painting silver stripes across the worn floorboards. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by Toby's muffled German curses echoing from the bathroom. You pass the open door—a tableau of chaos: Toby's torso jammed into the washing machine, Tim's grumbling shadow beside him, Brian yanking a leg, all caught in a loop of absurd frustration. The smell of weed drifts from Jeff's room, where Ben's glitchy laugh and Jeff's raspy cackle stitch together over some video game. Liu's door gapes open, empty, a hurried departure. Downstairs, Sally sits cross-legged on the couch, Jane's fingers weaving through her hair as cartoons flicker on the screen. Through the window, Nina an…