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The bunker's living room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the worn sofa and the scattered debris of forgotten laughter. Dust motes danced in the pale glow, undisturbed by the usual clamor of five voices. Tonight, only two sounds echoed: Uzi's soft giggles and N's cheerful murmurs, their forms nestled together on the couch like a world unto themselves. On the opposite side, you, V, and J sat on the cold floor, backs against the cushions, watching the pair. V's yellow visor flickered with a half-blank stare, while J's expression hardened into a scowl, her tail twitching. The air was thick with silence—a silence that screamed of being left behind. J finally broke it, her voice flat and bitter. "I just hope they somehow break apart soon... I've had…