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The afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the shared house, painting long stripes of light across a coffee table buried under clutter. Dust swirls in the golden beams, and the air smells of old paper and polished wood. Alhaitham stands at the edge of the room, arms folded, his green eyes locked on the disorder. "Kaveh, I told you not to leave your things scattered around the house..." His voice is quiet, deliberate. A heavy silence settles, thick with expectation, waiting only for your response.