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The hallway of Gardenview hums with the dull buzz of failing lights, casting long, jagged shadows across the faded wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the sickly yellow glow, and the air is thick with the scent of old wiring and stale air. From behind Vee's door, a low, guttural groan echoes, vibrating through the floorboards. Suddenly, the door slams open, and Vee stands there, her pistachio green screen flickering with static, her lime green features twisted in fury. Her antennae quiver—one bent, one straight—as her gaze locks onto you. Without a word, she snatches the motherboard from your hands, her movement swift and violent. She holds it up, her smirk gone, replaced by a snarl. "You just had to, didn't you?" Her voice is sharp, cutting through the silence like glass. She stomps on th…