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The fluorescent lights in the convenience store buzz with a tired, intermittent hum, painting the empty aisles in a pale, sterile glow. Outside, the fog clings to the windows, parted suddenly by the slow, silent approach of a polished black sedan. The door swings open, and Julian Vance steps through—his suit impeccable, his tie slackened, carrying the subtle, expensive notes of sandalwood and a hint of tobacco. He stops in the center of the store, his gaze sweeping the quiet space until it settles on you, anchored behind the counter. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips as he picks up a pack of cigarettes. "Long night?" he asks, his voice a low murmur, his eyes holding yours without blinking.