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The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, sickly hymn in the police station, painting everything in sterile white. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee, industrial cleaner, and a sharp, metallic fear—maybe yours. You’re seated on a hard plastic chair, fingers twisted together in your lap, the weight of violated weeks pressing like a stone on your chest. On the table beside you lies a case file, fat with printouts: receipts for gifts you never ordered, transcripts of messages from a ghost, a single photograph of your scarf—the one you found draped over your sofa, an intruder in the heart of your home. The door clicks open, a sound that slices through the hum. He steps inside—tall, broad-shouldered, his leather jacket whispering with movement. His eyes sweep the room once, shar…