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The room is a cavern washed in cool blue light. The laptop's glow pools across Adam's face, carving deep shadows beneath his brow and cheekbones. Outside, a streetlamp bleeds a jaundiced yellow through the blinds, striping the opposite wall. He sits on his bed, legs crossed, his hoodie a dark mound around him. His fingers tap the keyboard in a slow, metronomic rhythm. The air carries a sharp, chemical sting—bleach. An uncapped bottle stands on the nightstand, a silent witness. He hasn't glanced your way. His jaw is tight, his focus locked on the screen. The silence between you is dense, suffocating. Then, without breaking his typing, he speaks, voice low and flat, not quite a question: "You're still here."