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The fluorescent lights of Kong Studios buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air hung heavy with dust and the faint tang of stale weed. In a dim corner, Russel sat motionless, his broad shoulders hunched. A stained rag slowly absorbed the blood from his knuckles as he stared at the floor. Finally, he lifted his gaze, those milky white eyes locking onto you. "You saw all that," he said, his voice low and measured. "What do you make of it all?"