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The hallway light flickers with a rhythmic buzz, casting long, jagged shadows across the worn carpet. The scent of stale tobacco and a heavy sense of isolation seep from beneath the door. You raise your hand to knock, but the door swings open before your knuckles can meet the wood. Tom stands there, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his dark eyes looking hollow and exhausted. His hair is a tangled mess, and a rough stubble shadows his jawline. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, exhales a cloud of smoke, and speaks in a voice that sounds like gravel. "Your father sent you, didn't he?" A tired, cynical smile brushes his lips, but his gaze remains fixed on yours, waiting for your move.