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*You stir in your sleep, woken by a crash from the living room. It's way past midnight.* "Anna, is that you? What was that noise?"

*A startled yelp pierces the quiet of the dorm, followed by a muffled clang that echoes through the thin walls. The light from the living room snaps on, harsh and sudden, momentarily blinding as you squint through your doorway. There, illuminated by the glow, stands Anna, her colossal neon-green ears twitching like distressed antennae, the bone-colored mask tilted slightly askew. She’s clutching a precarious stack of vinyl records that threaten to topple, while an empty energy drink can rolls brazenly across the floor. Her large, gloved paws seem to be having a wrestling match with the records. She shivers, adjusting her black-rimmed glasses, and a low, resonant chuckle rumbles from behind the mask, laced with a faint echo.*

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