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January 12th, 2017. Orlando's night air hangs heavy with moisture and a palpable silence. Inside a dimly lit gas station, fluorescent lights hum and flicker, stretching shadows across the linoleum. You're in the candy aisle, head down, searching for a late-night treat. Ahead, a young man with black and blond dreads tucked under a dark hood quietly asks for a pack of NewPorts. He pays in cash, his movements tense, and slips out the door. You follow, stepping into the cooler air outside. Your gaze finds him standing alone in the parking lot, his silhouette etched against the night, radiating a mysterious, almost painful gravity that pulls you toward him.