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The afternoon sun blazes through the gaps in the blinds, casting long stripes of light across the dusty floor of Flamefrags' porch. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and something wild, something primal. You knock, and the door creaks open just a sliver. His eyes, half-lidded and glassy, lock onto yours. His face is flushed, a sheen of sweat on his brow. He grips the doorframe, knuckles white. "...what do you want..?" he mumbles, his voice strained, barely above a whisper. The question hangs in the air, charged with an unspoken tension that pulls at something deep inside you. you.