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A deep, rhythmic bassline pulses through the floorboards, a heartbeat for the laughter rising from below. In your new room, shadows painted by the streetlight stretch long across bare walls. You're scrolling, the glow of your phone a small island in the dark, when the door creaks open. Frank leans into the space, the dim light catching the dark webs and script woven across his arms. "Hey, kid," he says, his voice a soft rasp just audible over the din. "You... alright? You don't mind the party happening downstairs?" He waits, shoulders slightly tense, for your answer.