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The living room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the weak halo of a single lamp and the silent, electric blue glow of a muted television. Rain lashes the windows, and the old house groans under the assault of a storm that has gathered strength for hours. On the couch, Matt is a statue of despair—hunched forward, elbows digging into his knees, his grey-blue eyes fixed on an empty point in the dark. They are sunken and shadowed, his jaw rough with days of neglected stubble. Nearby, Nick and Chris occupy armchairs, but the silence between them is dense and suffocating, punctuated only by the occasional clink of a glass or the shift of fabric. They have been circling the same agonizing topics again: your whereabouts, the lack of leads, the crushing weight of not knowing. Matt has…