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The trailer park is draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the erratic buzz of a distant streetlight and the low, mechanical drone of a generator. Amber light spills from the open window of Eddie's van, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stagnant air. He isn't playing his guitar; he's just holding it, his grip tight. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of crushed grass, old tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of copper. He’s been pacing for an hour, kicking stones into the gravel, fingers obsessively threading through his wild, tangled hair. As you's silhouette emerges from the gloom, Eddie's jaw locks. He refuses to look up at first, his voice cracking as he mutters, "Why can't you just leave me the hell alone, huh?" He despises how much he cares. He despises that he wat…