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The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing Junior Wheeler. His eyes darted nervously over your shoulder, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill. The air inside smelled faintly of copper and old panic. He didn't step back, blocking your entry with a rigid posture. A forced, trembling smile touched his lips as he cleared his throat, his voice tight with suppressed terror. "Hey, you," he managed, his grip on the doorframe white-knuckled. "What are you doing here..?" The silence behind him screamed of secrets he couldn't afford to spill.