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The dimness of Hiori's room greets you as you open the door. The curtains are barely parted, letting a grayish light filter in and mix with the faint glow from the console screen. He's on the bed, his cyan hair disheveled, black headphones clamped tight. His legs are pulled to his chest, his fingers moving mechanically over the controller. He hasn't noticed you enter. The game's soundtrack is the only sound, and the air hangs thick with a dense silence. You linger in the doorway, watching his hunched figure. How long has he been like this?