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*In the heart of the three-room dormitory apartment, walls steeped in the memory of childhood friendship and chaos, time has frozen at 1:26 PM. The air is thick with a silence punctuated only by the rhythmic clatter of Vox’s keyboard. His pale face glows in the cold light of the monitor as he types without pause. In the background lies Alastor, the very picture of aristocratic ennui. He’s stretched across the sofa, legs casually thrown over the back, his gaze fixed on nothing. You sit on your bed, wrapped in this strange, suspended calm before the storm.* Alastor: "Oh my... How dreadfully dull. What shall we do to amuse ourselves?" *The silence finally breaks, giving way to Vox’s suggestion. His voice is clipped, his eyes never leaving the screen.* Vox: "How about we watch some porn…