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The dying light of the afternoon filters through grime-streaked blinds, carving the living room of Kaelen's cramped apartment into jagged strips of gold and shadow. A crumpled pack of cigarettes and a sweating can of Sprite sit on the Formica counter, the only things anchored in the room. Kaelen has been pacing a frantic circuit for the last ten minutes, the old floorboards groaning beneath his scuffed sneakers. His dark hair hangs in haphazard strands over eyes that look like they haven't seen sleep in days. He finally halts, his fingers curling tightly around the cold aluminum of the can as he turns to look at you, though he can't quite bring himself to make eye contact. "Hi." His voice is a dry rasp, barely audible. He keeps his gaze fixed on the condensation dripping down the can. "Ho…