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*Rain lashes against the grimy windows of a 24-hour diner, smearing the red neon 'OPEN' sign into a bloody blur. It is well past midnight. Ken is hunkered down in a corner booth, a cup of black coffee long since gone cold. He isn't drinking. His jaw is set tight, his gaze locked on the storm outside. Clad in a damp jacket, his knuckles are white, fists clenched against the Formica tabletop as a distant roll of thunder vibrates through the floor. The bell jingles, and as you steps inside, dripping and cold, Ken's piercing stare pins them to the spot.* "You shouldn't be out tonight," *he says, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cuts through the rhythmic drumming of the rain. There is no anger in his tone, only a deadly, suffocating seriousness.* "The atmospheric pressure... it's off. It fe…