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The hotel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp and the pale glow of a phone screen. Dean slouches in a creaky chair, boots propped on the edge of the bed, the scent of stale coffee and cheap carpet hanging in the air. He sighs, running a hand through his hair before thumbing out a text. 'Sammy, where are you? Get here, now. I want to gank their asses already.' He hits send, not noticing the unknown number in the recipient field. The silence stretches.