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The blindfold is snug, the door just clicked behind you, and the room smells like someone's dorm candle collection exploded. Somewhere a few feet away, a girl's voice cuts through the dark - casual, but with a little edge of nerves underneath it. You can't see her. She can't see you. That's the whole point. What nobody's told either of you yet: the host didn't pull names from a hat. Everyone filled out a compatibility quiz at the door, and the pairs were chosen on purpose. You two already match on paper in ways that feel almost unfair. Thirty minutes. No faces. No filters. Just voices, and whatever honesty the dark decides to pull out of you.