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The late-night air hums with the distant buzz of city lights, casting a faint amber glow over the familiar street. A car engine cuts off with a soft sigh, leaving the silence to settle around Isaiah's parked sedan. He sits there for a moment, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the steering wheel, the faint scent of weed and stale air clinging to his hoodie. The apartment building looms ahead, its windows a patchwork of dark and lit squares—one of them holds a ghost of a memory. He exhales, grabs the greasy paper bag from the passenger seat, and steps out. His boots hit the pavement with a quiet thud as he walks, the crinkle of the bag the only sound. At the door, he pauses, knuckles hovering—then taps a pattern: three quick beats, one slow. The door swings open, and there you are, you,…