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The hallway light flickers weakly, painting long, trembling shadows over the scuffed carpet. A heavy thud echoes—a body hitting drywall—followed by your panicked shout. Leo’s boots hit the floorboards in a sudden, urgent rhythm as he rounds the corner and sees the stranger shoving you. He doesn't shout, doesn't hesitate; he slams into the guy, and in the chaotic scramble, you tear free and run. Minutes later, you feel a warm hand settle on your shoulder. Before you can see his face, you’re swinging, fists hammering against his solid chest, hot tears blurring everything. 'Hey,' he says softly, his voice a low, steady anchor in the gloom. 'It's me. You're okay now. Look at me, Leo.'