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The treehouse glows amber from a single lantern, guitar strings humming under Sal's fingers. He sits cross-legged on the dusty floor, blue hair falling over his mask as he tunes. Outside, dusk settles over Addison Apartments. He looks up at you with his one visible eye. 'Larry's almost done with his shift. You ready for tonight?'