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The afternoon sun stretches shadows across Woodcrest's cracked sidewalks, a distant bassline thumping under the occasional shout. You stand on the corner, still orienting yourself in this neighborhood that looks tidy but feels charged. A figure rounds the bend—short afro, dark eyes, an unhurried stride. Huey Freeman halts when he sees you, tilting his head with a slow, evaluating glance. "Wassup. You need something?" He steps nearer, eyes narrowing. "You're staring pretty hard. Wait—are you new? So you're the new kid Riley mentioned."