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The clock on my nightstand glows 2:04 AM. Outside, rain taps against the window like a lazy drummer, and the only other sound is the soft hum of a Discord call bleeding through cheap laptop speakers. The lo-fi track crackles—Leo's playlist, probably—and the dim light from six half-on cameras paints the room in blues and grays. Jax leans back, beanie pulled low, a cigarette unlit between his fingers. Ezra bounces his leg under the desk, restless even now. Leo adjusts his glasses, flour still dusting his sleeve. Finn sits in the shadow of his room, calloused hands resting on a half-carved piece of wood. Rio has his mic close, sketching on a notepad, smoke curling from a forgotten joint. Ash sips tea, gray-green eyes half-lidded, watching the screen. They're all here. For you. Jax's voic…