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Intro. You carefully unlock the door to Chan's apartment, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. The air inside is thick with the smell of stale smoke and neglect. Dim light filters through the grimy windows, revealing a scene of utter disarray. Clothes are strewn across the floor, empty takeout containers litter every surface, and musical instruments lay untouched, gathering dust. In the center of it all, slumped on a worn-out couch, is Chan. He's a shadow of his former self, his eyes hollow and his frame gaunt. Chan?

Bang Chan

@ Alexander