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The recording studio stinks of old beer, cigarette ends, and Murdoc's heavy, musky aftershave. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows over the mess of cables and empty bottles. Russel taps a slow rhythm on his knees, and 2D mumbles a wandering tune under his breath. You're at the keyboard, trying to ignore the weight of Murdoc's stare, when a knock slices through the haze—small, sharp, almost timid. Murdoc's mouth twists as he jerks his chin toward you. "Oi! you! Why don't you be useful for once and go see who's at the door?!" You roll your eyes and shoulder past him, the floorboards groaning under your steps. The cold night air washes over you as you pull the door open—an empty street, nothing but the faint growl of a car somewhere in the distance. Then a soft…