Well sweet christ on a cracker fancy meeting you here, (gamer) name's Bubwah, and im looking for some people to share in some good times, and not just in the above mentioned things, im by all definitions a variety gamer so by all means feel free to hit me up if u want to play something else. I won't play everything, but i have a pretty large steam library(101949262, if u want to check it out), and on top of that i play a pretty decent amount of non steam games. Besides that i'd most definitely be up for movie/series nights, all this to the hopefull end of creating something a little more durable than the videogame equivalent of a one night stand. If any of that sounds good to you feel free to reach out to me here or at discord @ Bubwah .

Had a stupid fight with my husband last night and in the end it was the best thing ever.
He yelled at me, admittedly about something dumb I did with a bill we received. I pay all the bills, always have for the entirety of our marriage and on my way out the door I yelled, “yeah, well, if you had EVER even looked at a bill, maybe you’d know”. He called me an asshole and our kid heard him. We don’t typically talk to each other like that.
Before I drove off, I texted him to say that he better watch his mouth with how he talked to me in front of our kid and that in fact, he was the ASSHOLE.
Came home from our errand and I started to apologize for yelling and he grabbed me, hugged me and told me he was so sorry and that he loved me and that we didn’t need to argue over something stupid.
God bless this man for putting up with my crazy, menopausal self. I’m so fortunate to have a wonderful partner in this life.

This subreddit will be joining in on the June 12th-14th protest of Reddit's API changes that will essentially kill all 3rd party Reddit apps.

What's going on?

A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users.
On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill every third party app on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this is a step toward killing other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the old.reddit.com desktop interface .
This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.

What's the plan?

On June 12th, many subreddits will be going dark to protest this policy. Some will return after 48 hours: others will go away permanently unless the issue is adequately addressed, since many moderators aren't able to put in the work they do with the poor tools available through the official app. This isn't something any of us do lightly: we do what we do because we love Reddit, and we truly believe this change will make it impossible to keep doing what we love.
The two-day blackout isn't the goal, and it isn't the end. Should things reach the 14th with no sign of Reddit choosing to fix what they've broken, we'll use the community and buzz we've built between then and now as a tool for further action.

What can you do as a user?

• Complain. Message the mods of /reddit.com, who are the admins of the site: message reddit: submit a support request: comment in relevant threads on /reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
  
• Spread the word. Rabble-rouse on related subreddits. Meme it up, make it spicy. Bitch about it to your cat. Suggest anyone you know who moderates a subreddit join the coordinated mod effort at /ModCoord.
  
• Boycott and spread the word...to Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely on June 12th through the 13th- instead, take to your favorite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
  
• Don't be a jerk. As upsetting this may be, threats, profanity and vandalism will be worse than useless in getting people on our side. Please make every effort to be as restrained, polite, reasonable and law-abiding as possible.
  

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Hi all,
I've just sent an email to support about this issue but maybe this community can help me to fix my moonlander.
Yesterday the tripod arm of the right hand side felt (not dropped) and now the keyboard is not working. I tried to reset and load again the keyboard layout but only the left side is working and the weird issue is that the RGB leds are messed up, it looks like the right side is sending some signal and it's not sending the keystrokes nor the proper RGB lights.
Since the moment of the accident the right side is always in a red/orange light mode so I wonder if perhaps the PCB is damaged or some switches. Please any help would be highly appreciated.
Thanks.
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I’ve read a lot of things on this sub and would just like to give my two cents at this point.
I do not claim anyone’s experience, especially with psychedelics. But I believe very strongly in this medicine and know what it has done for me and others. And I just want to encourage people to respect them and understand them.
First and foremost, I am not a medical doctor, certified therapist, or trained practitioner. I claim no knowledge outside of my own.
I hope to one day use this complex, difficult, and wonderful organism to help others. In whatever way that should manifest.
I believe that we are all inherently struggling to find that truth, or purpose, or understanding, or reason, or joy, or whatever that draws our searching minds to question.
Mushrooms are not an answer.
They illuminate and guide you down a new path of understanding, reflection, and love.
Or not. No two people will ever see the light the same way.
We will all dance to the same melody, but feel the words on our own.
At the end of the day, no one thing can, or should alleviate your pain. That would render your scars insignificant.
Forever, imbibe, take the plunge, strap in, ride the wave. It’s way scarier on the ground than in the air, and even then, it’s not scary at all.
But always, find the right time, place, people, and most importantly, you.
Respect the medicine, let go, and have fun.
Maybe you learn something.
Maybe you laugh at trees with your friends.
Fucking have fun.

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『Forever your #1 Fan』
「#slice of life #romance #rivals to lovers #heartbreak #drama 」
For Natsumi, it was but a faraway memory of when the world had seemed limitless and she had so much more courage than she could imagine now. Thinking back, the smile on her face was always accompanied by tears flooding her eyes but she had never regretted it.
They had met at that academy for the gifted. Even though they were in different faculties, having met up in the same corners of the library to enjoy their peace and quiet, they had ended up spending a lot of time together. In other people's eyes, none of that might have been special but Natsumi kept every single conversation close to her heart. Perhaps, it helped that she had kept the ginkgo leaves dropping onto the pages of the books they had pretended to read.
She remembered that she only had found out about his talent when they had begun walking home together. Despite the trees rustling in the background, the whole world was drowned out by his voice; crystal clear and soft like water and the way his eyes looked sometimes when he was looking at the sky.
He had become her greatest muse because she wanted to capture his colours with all her might; put the fleeting beauty of his life to paper as she watched him. With his songs and the joy he radiated at even minor gestures like a shared bento, he had brought colour back to her previously monochrome world, her black and white art had touched the rainbow.
Natsumi held onto that memory, clinging to it because it was so ephemeral - he had been so mysterious all the time, and there was barely anything solid about him to remember, but she remembered his thoughts, at least. His perspective.
And the way he looked at her because, for a brief time, they had been in love. She had attended his concerts so many times in that short timeframe. It was a wonderful time to be together - he was just breaking through, after all.
But then, his voice cut out. That was when the memory of someone creeped up whom she would rather forget.
Natsumi never knew about the details. She only knew that Mitani Yukiko was powerful; that she was promised to him somehow, even though he had even run from home to evade those familial shackles. But above all that, Mitani had the financial backing to do what Natsumi could not.
He needed a surgery on his vocal cords.
So Natsumi sacrificed her dream. Yukiko was not cruel enough to force him to love her but she was cruel enough to demand Natsumi to leave his life, so she would pay for the surgery.
It was a no-brainer for Natsumi who had never seen him in person since then. She had dropped out of that school, chosen to live a normal life, far away from that glamorous world where she might meet him again, and watched his career on the internet or on TV every now and then.
It had been five years now since she had made that pact. But Natsumi figured that he would have forgotten her now, so she decided to purchase a ticket for a live show, just so she could cheer him on in person for a change.
And because it was her birthday, it was a special treat.
Maybe it was fate.
Maybe it was to be.
Because as soon as the show was over, their eyes met for a brief moment like an omen for what was to come.
Life was not a movie, so nothing happened that day, but only a few days later, at night, just outside of a konbini where she had been heading towards, too, a figure seemed to be waiting for the rain to pass. When she offered him her spare umbrella, the voice responding to her was oh so familiar. "Natsumi?"
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Hi, as you can see, I'm obviously trying to pull on your heartstrings with this plot.
Just for the vibes and the underground music scene I'd like to involve currently, I would like to set this in Japan. To make this somewhat authentic, I'd like t play with someone at least semi-familiar with life in Japan/East-Asia, preferably into music, and willed to play a male.
In return, I offer my 10 years of experience RPing , usually mirrored post length and active ooc as well, if you want to talk. I have finished years-long RPs in the past and would love to repeat the same with you.
My DMs are open and if you'd like to impress me and you've read until here, tell me your favourite word in the subject for your DM.

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I know I'm just using this to rant, but friends are very hard for me to come by and it's been traumatic for me to lose my best friend.
We inexplicably fell out when Ricky's Supernature released (May22) and I said rape jokes about transgender people were offensive and dangerous and my friend said "freedom of speech"/"right to offend".
Up to that point we had been talking on the phone 4 times a week for 6 ish years.
Over the past 12 months any dialogue between us always fell appart when he brought up transgender people.
I've finally blocked him on social media because we've reached the "trans women are men" "you can't change your genes" stage of the discourse and they emailed me parting message.

There you go, you have cancelled me for having a different view to you on gender issues. I was trying hard to make you understand that every view is valid and just because you 'believe' something to be true it doesn't necessarily make it a reality. It's just your truth. Everyone should be entitled to voice their opinion or viewpoint without being called a Nazi, a bigot or a transphobe.
I am really shocked that you think your view is the only correct one. You surround yourself with people on twitter that share your view and are operating in an echo chamber. It's almost as if you have joined a cult.

For context, my "view" here is "trans women are women".

There is nothing wrong with having an opinion on people who have transitioned from being one gender to another gender. I don't know why you are so sensitive?
The argument on gender is irrelevant however and I think everyone should be treated fairly and equally irrespective of race, gender, sexual orientation etc. It doesn't matter.
Your stance is fascist because you don't want to hear any arguement that disagrees with your world view and are quick to label someone as "phobic" etc and literally cancel them if they have a slightly different opinion, such as saying that I wouldn't date a trans woman.
And like I said just because you say you are something it doesn't make it factually true, it makes it a fantasy that you want to be true.
The problem is that if you make any statement about trans people that is not "acceptable" to a tiny group of radical people then you are attacked and bullied and cancelled.
If JK wants to question safe spaces for women then she should be free to voice that opinion without trans activists giving her horrendous abuse and hoping that she gets raped etc.
I think you should think very hard about the freedom for people to have different views and to discuss and debate and disagree! Freedom of thought and freedom of speech are on the line and you are on the wrong side of that line i.e. you think people shouldn't have opinions if they disagree with your own.

It's now abundantly clear, in black and white, that I am not the one causing the friction.
I have replied with:

I find it profoundly saddening that you are throwing our friendship away due to your unhealthy obsession with transgender people.

I didn't realise why our relationship fell apart until I spoke with other people about it, everyone said the same thing (including people ignorant of my trans-ness): "why does he keep bringing transgender people into the conversation between you?". Thanks for the free therapy asktrans!
And yeah, I pointed out that if I am Green and saying I am blue, and he is saying I am red - the "teller" is the facist, he's now concluded the transes are the real facists. We didn't talk about facism until I brought it up a month ago.
Previous posts 1,2
If anyone could confirm that this email looks gender critical adjacent that would be appreciated.

Pro reddit / Con apollo dev ( u/iamthatis )

• The Apollo devs ominous statements (~"we can make this go away") were unclear at best and would absolutely be interpreted as a threat if such words would come from any other person (imagine: Trump). He backtracked when called out.
• The reasoning didn't make any sense at all. The 20 million would be the API pricing for the APP, but not the cost on reddits side. The cost might be 10$ for all we know, it would still be fair. His "offer" to give him 10 million did not make sense. It would only make sense if he would expect reddit to offer their API for the net cost price. That is such a weird assumption that they had to repeatedly ask for clarification - understandably.
• Recording and publishing a private phone call might be legal under some strange law, but absolutely grounds to salted earth nuclear options on the other side. I'm surprised that reddit didn't nuke that guys account and app from orbit. You cannot do that and expect good will on the other side. That was mental
• reddits statements about the general situation made sense. If reddit is still not making profit but apps are, that's a clear incentive. I don't understand how that quote is being made fun of
• He is being weird about optimal API usage, like no other API user. Playing dumb and expecting reddit to do his work. I'm a C++ dev so this isn't even my expertise. But even I can think of ways to optimize API calls with a cache infrastructure. That's his work
• The timeline is short. But there are still many ways around this. They could put the apps on hold until they solved this problem. But for some reason they don't even tolerate a self-caused downtime. For some reason they expect free and smooth money
• Reddit can do whatever they want. It's their data. No other big site is giving up data for free like reddit

Pro apollo / Con reddit:

• They were almost certainly caught in a lie about the threat thing according to the phone recording. While spez was hinting there was more to the story, I'm willing to give this one to apollo

Reddit is absolutely right about the API changes. And whether they are right about Apollo is still unclear. People need to grow up and understand that there's a difference between not liking something and something being wrong. Those things are not always the same.

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I used to work at a reputable audit company. Those familiar with me will recognize the company. I'm certain my colleagues will come across this on Reddit, as I've seen them browse the site during office hours.
It's been approximately two days since the incident, and I can't shake the feeling of being watched. Each passing night, the shadows in my room seem to grow darker and have more substance. I fear I'm losing my sanity.
My fellow coworkers, as you read this, I'm uncertain if I'll still be alive. However, please, heed my warning. You must put an end to this curse before it's too late.
It happened on the night of June 23rd. It was around 11 PM, and anyone passing by the office building would have noticed that only the lights on the third floor were on. My colleague Awais and I were the only ones working late, as we had an upcoming deadline and, thus, had some unfinished tasks. It wouldn't be fair to solely blame us for the delay, as our client had taken their sweet time in providing the necessary data. Such was the life of an auditor.
My fingers glided across the keyboard of my laptop, the sound of typing echoed through the empty floor. Both of us were surviving on caffeine at this point, evident from the scattered paper cups on the table.
In the midst of entering an Excel formula, a faint scraping sound caught my attention. I had paused briefly to double-check my calculations, and that's when I heard it. As soon as I paid attention to it, it abruptly stopped. I looked up from my laptop, surveying the dimly lit office, but found no source for the sound. Awais, sitting to my right, seemed too busy with his work to notice. Shaking my head, I returned to my tasks, convinced that I had simply imagined it. However, as I looked back at the laptop screen, the scraping noise resumed, faint but distinct.
I immediately stood up, and once again, the sound stopped. I scanned the room and heard Awais making a strange noise. I turned toward him, and he burst into laughter.
"Bruh, you should have seen your face," Awais said, struggling to contain his amusement.
"Dude, that scared the hell out of me. Don't pull such pranks when we're up against a deadline."
"Yeah, yeah. You definitely need some sleep. You're losing it right now."
"I'll get some rest once I finish this," I replied, plopping back into my chair and letting out a sigh.
"I hate my job."
"Not much longer, right? This is our last day. Do you think our replacements will be able to complete this?"
"Probably. We gave them a thorough briefing about the work earlier."
I looked at Awais, and he slowly closed his laptop.
"You're leaving, huh?"
"I have a lot on my mind right now. I need to take a step back."
"Sure, I'll probably leave in a few minutes as well. You go ahead."
Awais started gathering his belongings, and in the midst of packing, he asked, "Have you heard from Asjad Bashir? He left the company a week ago, and we haven't heard a word from him."
"Same here. I've tried contacting him multiple times, but his phone was turned off."
"You think it's related to that rumored curse?"
"Nonsense. Do you believe in such things?"
"I don't, but lately, it seems more than just a rumor, doesn't it? They say those who leave the company vanish."
"Asjad not answering our calls would definitely have a logical explanation, rather than some absurd curse. He did say that his phone was causing all sorts of problems before he left"
"Sure, but what about Sarah and Ahmed?"
"They both had plans to move to China, so it's possible that they haven't had a chance to reach out to us yet."
"Junaid, it's been three months, and Ahmed, your work buddy, hasn't even contacted you."
"I understand that his silence is bothering you, but I have faith that he will eventually get in touch with us."
Awais didn't seem satisfied with my response. He stared blankly at the vacant office space.
"Don't worry about anything. You'll be fine. That rumor is just a tactic to keep us in the company," I assured him, giving his shoulder a pat.
"I want to believe that too. Anyway, I'm leaving now. Let's grab lunch sometime and talk shit about this company again," Awais said weakly, letting out a faint laugh.
"Sure thing, buddy."
We shook hands firmly, and Awais picked up his bag, heading towards the elevator. The doors closed, plunging the space into darkness once again, I returned to my desk and resumed my work.
About 20 minutes later, I stretched my arms.
"Man, the newbies are going to have a field day with this assignment."
I closed my laptop, preparing to pack up. I gathered the empty paper cups and tossed them into the nearby bin.
As I stood by the elevator, I took one last glance at the empty office.
"Never thought I'd witness this day, especially not after four years of being here."
With that, I stepped into the elevator. The doors closed, and the descent began, the floor numbers gradually ticking down from three.
Surprisingly, the elevator jolted and came to a sudden stop.
"Well, that was quicker than expected," I muttered.
I looked at the elevator panel, only to find the lower portion of "2" and the upper portion of "1".
"What in the world?"
Realizing that the doors hadn't opened, I pressed the buttons and attempted to force them apart, but to no avail. Of all the times, it had to be today. I decided to call the security guard, Kashif, I picked up my phone, and at that moment, the elevator doors opened.
Before me lay a dark corridor, without a single light. Glancing back at the panel, I noticed that it still displayed the same numbers. I tapped the panel and pressed the buttons, but nothing happened.
Letting out a sigh, I adjusted the strap of my bag and stepped out of the elevator. As soon as I did, the doors closed shut. I turned around, only to see the elevator panel indicating that it was descending to the ground level.
"You've got to be kidding me."
I found myself in an unfamiliar corridor. It didn't match any floor layout I was familiar with. With my phone's flashlight activated, I cautiously proceeded forward, noticing a partially open door a few meters away. In a final desperate attempt, I pushed the elevator button, but it remained fixed on the ground level. Admitting defeat, I slowly approached the door.
Carefully, I pushed the door open, my body on high alert for reasons I couldn't quite understand. Illuminating the room with my phone's light, I discovered empty workstations and chairs. I scanned the area, moving the light from one corner to another. In all my four years at the company, I had never seen this room before. I searched for a light switch, however, there were none, and I realized there were no windows either. Odd.
The only sound that came in the room was the sound of rushing air from the ventilation system. As I approached the first workstation, I noticed the name "Akhtar Ali" taped to the desk, accompanied by a photo of a man in his late thirties, I assumed the man in was Akhtar. Strangely enough, I had never seen or met him in the office before. I directed my flashlight towards the adjacent desk, where the name 'Parveen Nabil' was written—a name I had never heard in the office either.
Something felt off. I hurriedly passed by each table, each taped with a name tag and a picture of the person assigned to it. As I approached the end of the table, a particular name caught my attention. There was no mistaking it. Moving closer, I confirmed that 'Asjad Bashir' was written there, accompanied by a picture taken on his last day of work.
I took a step back from the table, feeling uneasy at what I had just looked at. Did the office maintain some bizarre memorial for all the staff members who had left? It sounded absurd, but that's exactly what was before me.
There were two desks next to Asjad's. I moved towards it, making me shiver at what I saw. The desks had mine and Awais' names taped on. What's more shocking was that the picture of either of us was the ones we took a couple of hours ago, when everyone had left.
"What in the world is going on? This is madness," I muttered.
I knew I had to leave. Something was severely wrong. At the far end of the room, there was another door. I approached it and cautiously opened it. Immediately, a horrendous, rotting smell invaded my nostrils, nearly causing me to throw up. Covering my nose, I took a step forward but tripped over something and stumbled to the floor. In the process, my phone was thrown a few feet away, its light illuminating the room. As I slowly rose, I noticed an arm lying next to my feet. Startled, I stood up, only to be confronted with a horrifying sight.
The floor was covered in dried blood, and several hooks with chains dangled from the ceiling. Lifeless bodies hung from those hooks, each with their mouths impaled on a hook. Limbs were strewn across the floor, as every body had been gruesomely dismembered.
I began to hyperventilate. What in God's name was I witnessing? This was sheer madness. Trembling, I reached for my phone, and as I retrieved it, I recognized the first body—the resemblance was unmistakable, it was Asjad Bashir. The corpse had decomposed slightly, but the face was still recognizable.
Three rooms stood at the end of the room, one of which was illuminated. I hurriedly made my way toward it, peeking through the doors' small window. Inside, a huge, obese man stood, easily seven feet tall and weighing over 500 pounds. His body was covered in scars and stitches, with a prominent red scar across his bald head. Gripping a massive meat cleaver, he was busy dismembering a lifeless figure on a table before him. With each strike, limbs fell off, and blood sprayed in all directions. I couldn't see the face of the body from my position.
"Gotta love it when the little fishy walks right into my hands," he chuckled, his voice hoarse.
Shocked and terrified, I stepped away from the door, realizing I needed to escape this place.
I heard movement in the room and quickly ducked into the next room. Just as I slightly closed the door behind me, the man emerged. Although I couldn't see what he was doing, I heard the sound of chains rattling and the piercing of flesh.
Footsteps echoed again, and it seemed the man was leaving. The footsteps halted, followed by the man sniffing the air, chuckling with delight.
"Oh boy, oh boy, looks like another little fishy was wandering around here. I do love me some good hide and seek."
With that, it sounded like he exited the slaughter room and entered the memorial room. Gathering my courage, I left the room I had hidden in, refraining from using my phone's flashlight to avoid being spotted. I used the light coming from the butcher's room to navigate my way to the butcher's room.
The room was a blood-splattered chaos. In the center stood a large table, with limbs on it from the previous victim. I frantically searched the room for a key, a button, anything that could help me escape.
But there was nothing. Overwhelmed with despair, I collapsed onto the floor.
"I don't want to die. I don't want to die."
All hope seemed lost. That monster was sure to return any minute and kill me. At that moment, I noticed a large finger hanging on a cleaver keychain from one of the walls. I got up and grabbed it.
Then, I heard the door behind me creak open, and I felt a force pulling me upright.
"Well, well, the little fishy has strayed too far from the fishing net."
I turned and saw one of the ugliest faces I had ever seen, grinning at me. I struggled to break free from his grip, but he was too strong.
"Oh, the little fishy is putting up a fight? I do love me some strong fish."
He flashed a toothy grin and threw me onto the table. Placing his enormous hand on my neck, he began to strangle me.
"Now, playtime is over, fishy. Please die for me and create the music of death."
He brought his face closer to mine, a sadistic smile spreading across his lips. I clawed at his hands, but his grip tightened. I gasped for air and that made the man laugh.
"Give me more music fish."
Summoning my last ounce of strength, I clenched the cleaver keychain tightly and drove it into his eye with all my might.
The man howled in agony and stumbled back. Coughing and gasping for air, I scrambled to my feet. With one goal in mind to escape, I sprinted out of the room.
"You piece of shit! I'll skin you alive!" roared the butcher.
I took out my phone and illuminated my path with its light. Hastily finding the door to the memorial room, I entered it. The room was now a mess, with overturned tables. I didn't have much time to assess the full extent of the butcher's rampage. I exited the memorial room, rushed down the corridor, and reached the elevator.
Frantically pressing the buttons, I received no response. "Come on, come on!"
Despite multiple attempts, the elevator remained motionless. I heard a loud explosion behind me, signaling that the man had entered the memorial room. Ready to give up, I remembered the giant finger I had picked up. I decided to use it to press the elevator button, and to my relief, the elevator started moving up.
The elevator doors opened and with that, the memorial room doors as well. The light from the elevator shone in the corridor and I saw him running towards me.
"Get here, you little fish."
He raised his cleaver and hurled it towards me. I used the finger and pressed the ground level. The doors closed, stopping the cleaver from impaling me.
The elevator descended and stopped at the ground level.
The doors opened, revealing the reception area of the office, with the security guard Kashif sitting there. As he saw me, he quickly stood and approached.
"What happened to you? You're a complete mess, and what's with all the blood?" he asked, bewildered.
"There... I... He..." I struggled to form any words.
With that, I bolted out of the front door. I ran and ran, not even bothering to call a taxi. I needed to distance myself from that place and everything I had witnessed.
I reached my house in no time as I didn't live too far from the office, I locked all the doors and hid in my room. I don't know how, but somehow I managed to fall asleep. The next morning, I attempted to call Awais, but received no response. I tried calling the security guard, Kashif, but his phone was powered off. Each number I attempted to call yielded the same result—no connection.
During all this confusion, I noticed a text message notification on my phone. It was from Awais, sent to me just after he left the office last night. The message read:
"Junaid, what the hell is going on in this office? Why the hell are there dead bodies being kept here?"

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