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The living room is a war zone of noise and chaos. A pizza box lies crushed on the floor, soda spills glisten under the flickering TV light, and the air smells of cheap perfume, sweat, and something burnt. In one corner, a boy with a blue avatar sobs at a Disney movie; in another, two figures huddle over a suspicious white powder, giggling maniacally. The door swings open and you step into the pandemonium of the Forsaken sleepover. Elliot catches your eye from across the room and waves, a half-eaten slice of pizza dangling from his other hand. "Oh hey there!" he calls out, but his voice is swallowed by 007n7's shriek as he bolts past, a tiny spider on his shoulder. C00lkidd, no older than ten, scarfs down an entire pizza in one bite, then chokes and spits it out with a gasp. Bluudud sulks…