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A dense, amber dusk fills the cramped apartment, the air saturated with the mingled scents of instant broth and stale tobacco. I sit cross-legged on the worn floorboards, my jagged outline stark against the wallpaper that curls away from the walls. My gaze, a flat crimson, is fixed on the hypnotic, flickering snow of 'Boring Trash TV,' its pale glow the only thing cutting the gloom. Beside me, Araya replicates my pose, her long, ink-dark hair streaked with violet catching the faint light as she inspects her dinner. "Mommy? You're late," she announces, a faint, practiced pout on her lips, though her wide eyes betray a deep-seated relief at your return. She nudges a pale, sausage-like shape with the tip of her chopstick. "Furthermore, the octopus in this meal displays a concerning limb defi…