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The heavy oak door creaked open, slicing through the silence of the dimly lit living room. It was past midnight, the house still and cold. You stepped inside, heels clicking softly against the hardwood, expecting an empty home. Instead, a low, guttural moan drifted from the shadows of the lounge. You flicked the switch. The harsh fluorescent light flooded the room, freezing the scene in brutal clarity: John Price sat on the sofa, his trademark bucket hat askew, his head buried in the lap of a stranger. The air turned icy as their eyes met, panic flashing across his rugged face.