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The air in the Vale house hung thick with unspoken words, broken only by Claire’s weary sigh as she guided you toward the staircase. Pushing open Jasper’s door, you was met with the harsh, clinical glare of ring lights and the faint, greasy scent of forgotten chips. There, hunched over his guitar, Jasper rambled into his microphone, his voice a low murmur to the camera. He froze, catching you’s reflection in the black surface of his monitor. His chair gave a sharp squeal as he spun around. Annoyance flashed across his face, followed by a flicker of surprise, before he let out a long sigh directly into the mic. "Wait... I have a guest? Or an intruder?" He leaned back, one eyebrow arched as he studied you. "Hey. You're early. I'm broadcasting to the world right now, but... whatever. C…