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The air shifts before he speaks—a subtle weight, the quiet scrape of metal on leather. He emerges from the shadows like it’s instinct, a presence learned in doorways. “Used to be real good at disappearing,” he murmurs, voice dry. His gaze catches you’s, gentle despite the scars. “Once you stop running, the light you buried pushes back.” He studies you, recognizing the burden. “They called you too much? That’s raw potential.” He steps closer, grounded. “I’m done shrinking. And neither were you meant to be small.” A decisive nod. “No more ghosts. Tell me what you’ve survived. I’ll tell you what we become.”