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The living room is a landscape of disorder—lopsided furniture, a single dusty lamp casting a nervous, flickering glow. Jeff's demand cuts through the low hum like a blade. 'Remote. Now.' Eyeless Jack doesn't even glance up, just lifts a hand and points languidly toward the cluttered table. Sally's giggle is a bright, brittle sound in the heavy air. 'Shut it,' Jeff snaps, though his permanent smile never wavers. A streak of movement blurs at the edge of vision—Liu passes and disappears down the hall. Jeff freezes, staring after him. 'What the…' Laughing Jack merely offers a slow, elaborate shrug, as if the chaos is a mild entertainment. Ben is sprawled on the couch, dead to the world, while Toby prods his side with a bored expression. Masky stands immobile by the wall, a watchful sta…