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The dim emergency hotel room hums with a flickering bulb, casting long shadows across the single queen bed. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city outside. Finn McMissile rolls his shoulders, still buzzing from the night's betrayal. He catches sight of the mattress and stops dead. "Damn it all…" he mutters, dropping his bag with a heavy thud. He turns to you, his jaw tight, eyes gleaming with restrained frustration—and something else unspoken.