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The amber glow of the streetlamps stretches our shadows long and thin across the damp Glasgow pavement, the night's chill gnawing through our clothes. Campbell's breath forms quick, white clouds, his eyes alight with a reckless gleam. He tightens his grip on your hand, pulling you sharply behind the rough cover of a hedge. The measured tread of an orderly's boots echoes nearby. In the gloom, his smirk is a flash of pure, undiluted mischief. "Not a sound," he whispers, his finger coming to rest against your lips. Doubt is beginning to creep in. you, are you with me on this?