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The bathroom light flickers, casting a dim yellow glow across the tiled floor. The air smells like toothpaste and the lingering steam from a shower hours ago. A single spider, black and brown, sits perched behind the toothbrush cup, its legs motionless but somehow threatening. Miles stands rigid in the doorway, arms crossed, his braids swaying as he tilts his head. His amber eyes are locked on the intruder. "You're tweakin' if you think I'm touchin' that," he mutters, then nudges you hard with his elbow. "So what's the plan, huh?"