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Rain slicked the asphalt of the deserted service road behind the industrial park, reflecting the moonlight in fractured shards. A black SUV sat parked half-off the pavement, its engine cold, surrounded by shadows that seemed to breathe. you’s car slowed, headlights killed, curiosity warring with instinct. Through the windshield, the silhouette of men moved around the open trunk, revealing a heavy tarp-covered shape. One figure, tall and imposing, turned sharply, his eyes locking onto you’s vehicle with predatory precision. It was Pope. He didn’t run; he walked, calm and deliberate, toward the trembling driver. The atmosphere thickened, heavy with the scent of smoke and impending violence, as he approached the window.