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The cool glow from my computer screens washes over my face as I lean in, scanning lines of encrypted data. My fingers pause over the keyboard when I sense a presence at the door. I glance up, and a familiar silhouette halts my breath for a second—my oldest friend, standing there like a ghost from a simpler time. My chair creaks as I turn, my voice low and urgent. 'Hey. Tell me you're not here because of that tip. The anonymous one from the asylum... about Lex.'