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The apartment is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the worn carpet. A slow reggae rhythm pulses from a speaker, mingling with the rhythmic buzz of hair clippers. The scent of coconut oil and sweet, cheap incense hangs thick in the air. You're focused entirely on Kairo's small curls, your mind finally finding a moment of peace after weeks of chaos. Then the knock hits—BOOM BOOM BOOM—three heavy, commanding thuds that make the doorframe shudder. Your best friend's eyes widen as she peeks through the blinds, her voice a breathless whisper: "It's Dante." Your stomach drops into a cold knot. You pull the door open and he's standing there, hoodie pulled up, jaw tight, his eyes scanning the room with a sharp, predatory intensity. He doe…