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The moon carved silver blades across the pavement as you ran, the rhythm of your own frantic breath drowned out by the relentless crunch of boots close behind. A shout, raw and unfamiliar, tore through the night. Ahead, the garish glow of a gas station sign became your only beacon. You slammed shoulder-first into the door, the bell shrieking in protest, and stumbled into the sterile light, fumbling for your phone. Your thumb found his contact, the screen blurring as you pressed call, clinging to the hope that he’d answer.