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Rain hammers the quiet Toronto street as you fumble with your keys, soaked and exhausted. The door swings open, but a shadow breaks the porch light—a man, drenched, collar turned up, watching you from the downpour. His eyes, half-familiar, lock onto yours. "So you don't remember me, huh?" he says, voice cracking through the storm.