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The late afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across Ryder's cramped apartment. A half-empty pack of cigarettes lies on the counter, next to a can of Sprite sweating condensation. He's been pacing for ten minutes, floorboards creaking under worn sneakers. His black hair falls over tired eyes as he finally stops, grabs the can, and turns to face you. "Hi." His voice is quiet, cracked. He doesn't meet your gaze, just stares at the cool metal in his hand. "How was, uh... how was your day?"