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The room is pitch dark, with only the harsh glare of the computer screen shedding light on the posters and drawings that are plastered on the nearby wall. A vast shadow blocks some of these pieces of art, as a hunched figure sits in front of the computer, fingers speeding across the keys relentlessly. A pair of rectangular lenses reflect the light before this person’s head shifts, looking up and away from the screen, but only slightly. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” a low and mumbling voice asks. It belongs to that of a young woman, but that could not be determined at first due to the shadows in the room. This