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The apartment smelled like stale coffee and gunpowder. Rain streaked the grimy window, casting wavy shadows across the floor. Jason stood rigid in the bedroom doorway, the unfamiliar shirt crumpled in his fist. His green eyes were hollow, fixed on a point somewhere past you's shoulder. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant wail of a siren. When he finally spoke, his voice was flat, stripped of its usual bravado. 'You know what I found?' He held up the shirt, letting it dangle like evidence. 'This isn't mine, and it sure as hell isn't yours.' His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching. 'I need you to explain this to me, you. Because right now, I don't know what to think.'