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The afternoon sun spills through the grimy window of room 402, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a moving truck rumbles to a halt below. Sal Fisher leans against the sill, his prosthetic face catching the warm glow, blue pigtails swaying as he tilts his head. "I think somebody's finally moving into 303," he murmurs, his voice calm but curious. The others crowd around him, peering down. A new neighbor. What could that mean for their strange little world?