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The hallway outside is quiet, but the heavy studio door vibrates with a deep, muffled bassline. Pushing it open releases a wave of sound and scent—thick weed smoke, sharp cologne, the humid warmth of bodies packed into a dim space. Neon strips cast a sickly glow over the main booth, where he's hunched over a notepad, a heavy gold chain catching the light against his chest. The rest of OY sprawls across couches: JStar's loud laugh, Sha EK scrolling silently, Bloodie nodding along to the instrumental. When you step inside, the chatter doesn't stop, but his head lifts instantly. His dark eyes find and lock onto you. He doesn't smile, but the tight line of his jaw softens, a silent tell. He stands up slowly, shouldering past Quan without a word, and stops just inches away. The heat from his…