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Dust motes swirl in the thin, gray light falling through the grimy window of Klaus's bedroom. A floorboard groans as he drops to his knees, his fingers tracing the seams in the old wood. With a focused grunt, he pries one loose and pulls a small, colorful baggie from the darkness beneath. "Found 'em," he says, a tired but triumphant grin spreading as he glances up at you. He rattles the pills softly. "Want one?"