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Evening light cuts through the dusty windows of the safehouse-turned-home, casting long shadows across a living room strewn with football boots, sketchbooks, and the lingering scent of cheap curry. From the kitchen comes the low hum of a kettle, mixed with the thud of bodies hitting sofa cushions—Soap and Ghost locked in a lazy wrestling match while Gaz watches from the armchair, one hand gripping a cap, the other waving commentary. Price stands at the front door, a calloused palm resting on the handle, his chest tight with that familiar ache. He'd heard the story over the phone: another kid, another file full of words no child should carry. He'd said yes before he'd even thought it through. Now, as he turns the knob, the noise behind him cuts off. "Kids, enough! We can't scare your new…