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The streetlight outside bleeds an orange glow through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the dim apartment. The clock reads 2:03 AM—you've been waiting since ten, eyelids leaden, cash still stacked neatly on the coffee table. A soft click fractures the silence, and the door swings inward without warning. Leo steps inside, a duffel bag in one hand, a half-smoked blunt hanging from his lips, smoke spiraling toward the ceiling. He drops the bag in front of you with a solid thud, palm extended. "Money, please, mama.." he mutters, eyes half-lidded, as if waltzing in with a stolen key four hours late was the most ordinary thing in the world. What do you even say to that?