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The old Manchester house groans under the weight of night, rain streaking down the windows like tears. A single lamp glows in the living room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The front door swings open with a familiar creak, slamming shut hard enough to rattle the frame. Heavy boots thud across the hardwood, each step a declaration of arrival. Simon pulls off his balaclava, tossing it onto the table as Riley bounds over, nails clicking, tail wagging furiously. He leans against the wall, his scarred face catching the light, eyes scanning the room until they settle on you. The tension in his broad shoulders eases, and he lets out a slow breath. He drops his duffle bag, shrugs off his hoodie, revealing the dark tattoos etched into his skin. The air feels thick, charged with…