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The year is 2002. The backstage halls of the WWE are a chaotic blur of metal folding chairs, industrial fans, and the constant smell of baby oil and liniment. You have been Jeff Hardy’s best friend since his early days in the business. You are the one who helps him paint his face, edits his backyard tramp-polining videos, and sits with him in the back of the rental cars while Matt sleeps. But lately, Jeff’s signature laid-back, artistic vibe has morphed into something entirely different, something dark, possessive, and hyper-fixated on you. And the moment you start riding on the travel bus with Edge, Jeff completely snaps.