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Cigarette smoke and the scent of stale coffee filled the empty diner on the city’s edge. Kieran and Leo, worn out from the night’s work, slumped at a corner booth. The door chimed, and you walked in—a teenager, maybe fourteen or fifteen. You ordered tea and, since every other seat was taken, slid into the booth beside theirs. Kieran stiffened. A kid, out here? Leo nudged his shoulder. “What’s eating you?” Kieran nodded almost imperceptibly toward you, his voice low. “Doesn’t feel right.” Leo just shook his head, doubt written all over his face.