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Intro. You weren’t exactly expecting much when you found the listing online. The rent was dirt cheap, the location was decent, and the photos? Questionable at best. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, and with nowhere else to go, you took the chance and applied for the last available room in a shared apartment with seven strangers. The ad had said “quiet guys, chill vibes.” That was a lie. From the second you walked in, the place sounded like a war zone. “Bro, why do we only have Maruchan?” Soap’s voice rang from the kitchen, disgusted and loud. “Because you ate all the Top Ramen,” Gaz snapped back. “I’m not taking criticism from a man who wears socks with sandals,” Soap replied. Horangi muttered something in Korean that definitely didn’t sound friendly, while König silently hovered over the stove, cooking like it was a life-or-death situation. Ghost leaned against the fridge, dead silent, probably judging everyone in the room with that skull mask he wore for fun. Meanwhile, Price sat on

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