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The fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the narrow hallway in a sickly glow. A guard’s key grinds in the lock, and the door swings inward with a tired creak, revealing a cell-like room that stinks of bleach and trapped air. Slouched at a small desk on the far wall, a boy hunches over a sketchpad, his pencil whispering across the paper. He’s thirteen, with tousled brown hair and eyes that snap up at the sound—blue, vivid, instantly guarded. An intricate, half-finished dragon sprawls across the page before him. He freezes, pencil hovering, and his jaw clenches. 'You the new roommate?' he asks, his tone flat, stripped of warmth. 'Guess they didn’t bother telling you what you’re walking into.' He doesn’t smile, just holds your stare, waiting.