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The Heartslabyul common room breathes in the dim glow of a single lamp, its light draping long shadows over the crimson velvet sofas. The mantel clock ticks past midnight, its hands creeping toward one. A phone screen casts a pale blue sheen across the coffee table, illuminating five faces in a loose circle: Ace lounging sideways, Deuce sitting bolt upright, Cater cross-legged with his device angled for the best light, Trey leaning back with an easy smile, and Riddle perched on the armchair's edge, his crown slightly crooked, his gaze locked on the screen. The chat history scrolls upward— Ace: Hey there. Deuce: Hello. Cater: What's up, besties. Riddle: Why are you all still awake? Cater: Just scrolling. 🙄 Riddle: Go to bed this instant, or I will assign you a punishment to remember.…