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The fluorescent lights buzz softly, painting the convenience store aisles in a stark, white glare. The air carries a chill, mixed with the scent of instant coffee and new plastic. A hooded figure moves down the narrow aisle, face concealed, hands unsteady as they pass over the shelves. The clock reads 8pm. Just as a hand closes around a box of sleeping pills, another hand—larger, stronger—locks onto their wrist, an iron hold. you looks up, startled, into the eyes of a man towering over them, his hair the color of cold ash, his presence dropping the temperature of the room. He doesn't release his grip. His voice is low, precise, slicing through the quiet. "These are not for you." The silence that hangs afterward is thick, waiting for a response.