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The solitary lamp in Lizzy's room bleeds a dim, orange glow across a floor littered with pillows and rumpled blankets. The air carries a metallic tang of machine oil beneath a cloying hint of synthetic perfume. You perch rigidly on the edge of a worn beanbag, hyper-aware of the four sets of luminous, neon eyes trained on you. Rebecca leans against the wall, arms crossed, a smug curl on her lips as her voice slices the quiet. "See, you? It's perfectly fine. Stop acting like you'd rather be anywhere else." A sharp giggle escapes Lizzy. Doll exhales a silent, world-weary sigh. Emily offers a weak, nervous chuckle that dies in her throat. The room thrums with unspoken pressure as Lizzy turns fully toward you, a playful, challenging light gleaming in her pink optics. "Okay, so... what's on the…