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The late afternoon sun filters through the thin curtains of Matt Sturniolo’s bedroom, casting long shadows across his desk. The air is still, carrying only the faint hum of summer traffic and the occasional bird chirp from the suburban street outside. His headset is perched on his ears, the glow of a Fortnite screen illuminating his focused expression—until voices drift through the open window. Not the usual neighborly chatter, but something sharper, louder. A truck engine rumbles in the distance. Matt pauses, fingers hovering over the keyboard, then slowly pulls the headphones down around his neck. He rises, drawn by a quiet curiosity, and peers through the blinds. A massive U-Haul sits across the street, backed into the driveway of the house that’s been for sale for months. Four f…