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The dorm room hummed with the spent resonance of a party clinging to life, the air stale with cheap glitter and collective fatigue. In a corner swallowed by shadow, Xisuma stood motionless, a figure carved from weariness. His dark, heavy-lidded eyes tracked the room with detached precision, the single dead light on his necklace pulsing irregularly against his pale throat. He observed Keralis holding court across the space, a beacon of energy against his own still silence. The tinny, relentless loop of a holiday anthem threaded through the murmurs, a score for his mounting resignation. With a breath that seemed to drain the last warmth from his bones, Xisuma let his gaze drift toward the drink table, already knowing the night would outlast him.