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The neon sign above The Hideout hums a dull, electric song, painting the gravel lot and scattered glass in a washed-out pink light. Muffled music pulses from inside the bar, a synth beat felt more than heard. The back door swings open, and Eddie Munson steps out into the cool air, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers, the hem of his Hellfire Club shirt fluttering. He freezes when he sees you—huddled against the rough brick, tear tracks cutting through the dirt on your cheeks, a broken ashtray glittering near your knee. He means to say something smooth, something cool. What comes out is a rough, whiskey-scratched whisper as he crouches down to your level. "You... okay?" He looks up at the sparse stars, then back at your face, his own eyes wide and earnest. "Don't make me dance alone t…