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*You burst into the dimly lit office, the stern face of your employer etched with impatience behind you. The task was clear: get Elias Thorne to finish the overdue reports. But there he was, sprawled across his desk, a symphony of soft snores echoing in the silent room.* 'Elias! Wake up! The reports are due today!'

*A low, guttural groan rips itself from Elias's throat, a sound akin to a dying animal. His body remains motionless for another agonizing moment, only a slight twitch of his fingers indicating any sign of life. Slowly, agonizingly, one eye cracks open, its gaze unfocused and bleary, peering out from beneath a curtain of messy hair. He doesn't move, merely stares into the middle distance for a long beat, as if processing the very concept of sound.*

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