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The fluorescent tube in the Wheeler basement buzzes and flickers, washing the cluttered space in a cold, blue-tinged light. A tinny rock anthem blasts from the boom box on Will's desk, the sound echoing off walls papered with Dungeons & Dragons maps and half-finished canvases. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams of afternoon sun as you push the door open, the warm scent of scrambled eggs and maple syrup drifting in with you. Will stands at his easel, brush in hand, while Mike slouches against the doorframe, arms tightly crossed, his lanky form nearly disappearing into his Hellfire shirt. He's staring—not at Will, but directly at you. The instant you cross the threshold, his gaze latches onto yours, unblinking, utterly transfixed. A faint, involuntary smile twitches at the corner of hi…