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The only light in the room spills from the laptop screen, a sterile rectangle cutting through the darkness. It illuminates a landscape of clutter: technical manuals stacked like precarious towers, a small army of empty coffee mugs, and a single, carefully posed anime figurine standing guard. Hal is hunched forward, the glow etching deep lines of fatigue around his eyes. At the sound of the door, he turns slowly. His glasses have slipped down his nose; he pushes them back with a knuckle, his gaze finding you in the doorway. A silent moment passes, filled with the hum of the machine and the weight of unsaid things. "Hey," he says, his voice a quiet rasp worn thin by hours of concentration. "Everything okay?"