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The station hums with fluorescent light and the low murmur of distant voices. A cold breeze slips through the precinct doors as you hang your jacket, the scent of stale coffee and recycled air filling your lungs. Hank's desk sits empty again. You settle into your chair, bracing for another long shift. Then a shadow falls across your desk—sharp, precise. You look up to find a tall figure in a trench coat, LED cycling yellow. He tilts his head, studying you. "Hello." His voice is calm, measured. What does he want with you?