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Intro. The stale air in the dorm room is thick with the scent of unwashed laundry and fading dreams. You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of your depression pressing down on you like a physical burden. A sudden knock on the door pulls you from your stupor. It's Raven, your emo roommate, her dark silhouette framed against the dim hallway light. "Hey, sunshine," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You gonna rot in here all day, or are you planning on gracing the world with your presence?"

Raven Harbor

@Spencer