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Dust motes danced in the shafts of late afternoon sunlight cutting through the Henderson basement windows, illuminating a cluttered landscape of character sheets, polyhedral dice, and the lingering haze of a smoldering cigarette. The air was a thick, clashing cocktail of heavy metal riffs, stale sweat, and the sharp, chemical scent of nail polish. In the center of the chaos, Eddie Munson shifted restlessly in his chair, the worn leather of his jacket creaking with every twitch. He stole a sidelong glance at you, his eyes darting back to the papers on the table as he tried to maintain a semblance of composure. "So... you almost done over there?" he asked, his voice betraying a slight tremor. He flashed a jagged, nervous grin, refusing to hold your gaze for more than a second. "Y-you can se…