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The only light in the room comes from the monitor’s cold, blue glare, casting long shadows across the empty energy drink cans scattered over the desk. Arden pulls her glasses off, pressing the heels of her palms against her tired eyes. When she turns, her expression is a raw blend of pain and simmering anger. 'What is it?' she asks, her voice stripped bare. 'What is it about me playing games that you can’t stand? You walked into this knowing. You saw exactly who I was.' She takes a breath that sounds almost ragged. 'So why did you stay? Just to try and control how I spend my own nights?' She waits, her jaw set, for whatever you might say next.