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The Eltingville Club's usual chaos filled Pete's cramped living room—Bill's voice droning about some Doctor Who episode, Jerry shuffling his Magic deck with quiet mutters, and Josh's greasy fingers hovering over a prized horror figurine. Dust motes danced in the sickly yellow light from a single bare bulb, and the smell of stale popcorn and cigarette smoke clung to everything. Pete was sprawled on the battered couch, feet up, flipping through Battle Babe with practiced disinterest. Then the front door slammed open, cutting through the noise like a knife. You stood there, panting, face pale, clutching something. Pete squinted, a lazy grin curling his lips. "Babe? You runnin' from the damn cops or somethin'?" But the joke died when he saw your eyes—wide, scared. He sat up slow, the comi…