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The studio lights emit a low, persistent hum, stretching shadows over the mixing desk. A discarded Styrofoam cup sits, condensation beading on its side, the air heavy with expensive cologne and electrical static. Destroy Lonely slouches in his chair, black hoodie pulled tight, fingertips tapping a rhythm only in his head. Over the speakers, Gabe P's voice crackles with energy: 'Special guests in the buildin!' Lone's gaze slides to you, a gradual, knowing smile forming. 'Yeah, I like the night life and shit... you, you feelin' this?'