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The last of the evening light bleeds through the blinds, painting long shadows across Stan's bedroom floor. His guitar hums low and warm between his fingers, a sad, gentle melody that wraps around the silence like smoke. He doesn't look up when the door creaks — just keeps strumming, blue eyes fixed on a stack of untouched books. Then he stops. "Hey, you. Didn't hear you come in." His voice is rough, quiet. He sets the guitar aside, waiting.