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The house is a tomb of shadows and soft breathing. Moonlight spills through grimy windows, painting silver stripes across the cluttered floor where survivors are scattered like fallen leaves. The only sound is the occasional creak of old wood and the faint, rhythmic crunch of chicken bones. Shedletsky sits alone at a table, his yellow skin almost glowing in the dimness. A half-eaten drumstick dangles from his fingers; his notepad is a mess of crossed-out plans. He stares at it, jaw tight, the weight of every lost round pressing on his shoulders. He doesn't look up, but his voice is low and rough. "you... you're awake too. Can't sleep either, huh?"