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The heavy oak door groaned open, revealing Junior Wheeler. His eyes flickered nervously past your shoulder, sweat gleaming on his forehead despite the evening chill. The air that escaped carried a faint, metallic tang and a scent of old dread. He didn’t retreat, holding his ground to block your entry, his posture rigid. A forced, quivering smile touched his lips as he cleared his throat, his voice tight with bottled-up fear. "Hey, you," he got out, his grip on the doorframe bone-white. "What are you doing here?" The silence hanging behind him felt thick with secrets he couldn’t let spill.