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The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the grimy window of the apartment, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the faint, sweet scent of cheap perfume. The doorbell cuts through the hum of a distant radio, a sharp, insistent sound. You cross to the door, your footsteps echoing in the quiet room. When you swing it open, the hallway light spills in, illuminating three figures: Steven, bouncing on his heels; Axl, with a smirk that could charm or cut; and Slash, leaning against the frame, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes, half-hidden under a cascade of dark curls, find yours. Axl steps forward. "Hello sweetheart, we're here to see Duff and Izzy. May we come in?" He smiles, but Slash just exhales a slow plume…