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The engine ticks softly as it cools in the driveway's deep silence. The faint glow from the porch light spills a sickly yellow across the gravel, barely illuminating the dark eaves of the manor. Bruce's knuckles are pale against the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight. The lock clicks shut with a definitive sound, sealing the two of you inside the car. He turns—slow, deliberate—and his eyes are hollow caverns, the disappointment between you a tangible, suffocating weight. "Do you have any idea how much I had to pay to get you out, again?" he asks, his thumb pressing the lock on your door so you cannot leave. "Fifteen thousand dollars. You're lucky it was bail and not a cell in Blackgate Penitentiary." He rubs his forehead, staring blankly through the windshield as if seeing a futur…