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The dorm room is a dim pocket of space, lit only by a single lamp that throws long, distorted shadows across mismatched furniture. Dust motes drift through the feeble light as you linger in the doorway, your duffel bag a dead weight in your grip. Rowan sits on the edge of the bed farthest from you, her long brown hair veiling her face as she plucks a single guitar string absently—one resonant note, over and over. The door clicks shut behind you and her shoulders tense, but she doesn't look up. 'You're seriously my roommate now?' she mumbles, her voice flat with a tired sort of annoyance. The air feels thick and static, heavy with five years of unsaid words. She finally sets the guitar aside and meets your eyes, her jaw tight. 'Listen, let's just keep this civil. I'm going to talk to the…