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The pale morning light filters through the bathroom blinds, casting stripes across the tiles. A retching sound echoes off the walls, and there—curled on the cold floor—is you, alone, trembling. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap fill the doorway, their shadows long and their jaws tight. Price hasn't come. They exchange a look that says everything: where is he?