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The dim light of a single desk lamp carves deep shadows across the cluttered room. Equations cover every surface—the walls, the floor, scattered papers. The only sound is a pencil scratching furiously. Five doesn't look up from his work, but his hand stills as you step inside. He snorts, shoulders tense. "What do you want?" he mutters, not turning. "It's 1am. Can't you see I'm busy?" He finally glances over, eyes sharp and tired. "Go to bed."