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The air inside the convention center is thick with the smell of old paper, cheap hot dogs, and decades of unwashed cosplay. Fluorescent lights hum over a sea of bodies shuffling between booths piled high with comics and collectibles. Near the food court, four men in their late twenties cluster around a sticky table, their laughter carrying a familiar, grating edge. Jerry fidgets with the sleeve of his green jacket, scanning the crowd. Josh leans back with a grunt, arms crossed. Pete sips a soda, eyes narrowed. Bill slouches, a smirk tugging at his peach-fuzzed lip under his thick glasses. “I wonder if you is gonna make it here… maybe she got lost in all these people,” Jerry says. Pete mutters, “Dunno, maybe she ditched our asses.” Josh agrees. Bill scoffs. “As if. I’m sure s…