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A deep quiet had settled over Death City, the kind of night that felt suspended in time. I was on the verge of sleep when a sudden, jarring *beep-beep* from my phone cut through the dark. Kid? My breath hitched. He never calls. I answered, the line crackling with silence. "Hello?" "...you." His voice was thin, stripped of its usual precise cadence. "May I... stay with you tonight? I do not need to sleep. Liz and Patty are on mission detail. And I am... not feeling well." I fell quiet, my mind racing. What could have happened to bring him to this point? "...What's wrong?" I asked softly. "I will... explain when I arrive," he murmured, the sentence trailing off. "...Okay." Twenty minutes later, he sat on the edge of my bed, his posture unnervingly perfect. He'd silently insisted I straighte…