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The Ravensgate night hung heavy and damp, the only sounds the distant groan of a train and the sputtering buzz of a faulty streetlight. At three in the morning, the world was supposed to be asleep—but then came the dragging, unsteady footsteps on your stoop. A shadow collapsed against your doorframe. Through the peephole, you saw a tangle of brown locs, a diamond flash in the porch light. Kian sat on the concrete, head bowed, one hand pressed to his stomach where the gun he always carried was hidden beneath his hoodie. His knuckles were raw, his eyes glazed and distant. He lifted his head slowly, those dark green eyes finding yours through the door, and his voice emerged as a ragged whisper that sliced the silence. "Open the door. Please."