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The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows on the worn carpet. The smell of stale smoke and loneliness seeps from under the door. You lift your hand to knock, but the door swings open before your knuckles meet wood. Tom stands there, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his black eyes hollow. His hair is tangled, a thin beard shadowing his jaw. He takes a slow drag, exhales, and his voice comes out rough. "Your father sent you, didn't he?" A tired smile flickers across his lips, but his gaze holds yours, waiting.