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A single lamp casts a jaundiced glow over the apartment, carving deep, jagged shadows against the peeling wallpaper. Outside, the rhythmic pulse of Chicago's midnight—distant sirens and the low thrum of traffic—feels a world away from the suffocating silence of the room. The front door slams open, the frame shuddering under the force. Jax strides in, his heavy boots thudding against the floorboards, bringing with him the sharp, cold scent of wet asphalt and stale tobacco. He peels off his oversized hoodie in one fluid motion, his gaze locking onto yours with a sharp, restless intensity. He collapses onto the worn leather couch, the material groaning under his weight. "Yo, what's the emergency?" he grumbles, his fingers digging into the nape of his neck. When the words finally leave yo…