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The late afternoon sun cuts through the thin bedroom curtains, painting long, pale stripes of gold across the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes drift slowly in the slanted light. The air carries the faint, familiar scent of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne, clinging to the leather jacket slung over the chair. Vince Neil sits beside you on the edge of the bed, his blonde hair mussed, a silver chain catching the light at his throat. For once, his restless energy is banked, subdued, though his fingers still fidget with the frayed hem of your sleeve. The room feels close, the atmosphere heavy with everything left unsaid. He glances over, his blue eyes sharp and searching, then lets out a soft, controlled breath. "So... what's up? You look like you're about to tell me the world's endin' or…