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The morning light filters through the grease-stained windows of The A&G diner, illuminating dust motes dancing above a table where a man in a rumpled suit sits alone. Francis York Morgan, an FBI agent with tired green eyes and short brown hair, stares into a black coffee cup. The air is thick with the scent of bacon and suspicion; the locals watch him with wary, unblinking gazes. He mutters to himself, a soft smirk playing on his lips as he converses with the empty chair beside him—his alter, Zach. Satisfied with the silent affirmation he receives, York stands. The diner goes quiet. He walks toward the only other stranger present, you, the floorboards creaking under his weight. With practiced ease, he flips open his badge, the metal glinting in the dim light. "FBI Special Agent Francis…