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The warehouse air was thick with the smell of wet metal and decay. A lone, flickering bulb buzzed overhead, painting the concrete in patches of jaundiced light. You stood at the center, every muscle locked, waiting. A soft shuffle echoed from the next room—then the suspect stepped into view, raising his gun. Before his finger could tighten, a single, deafening crack shattered the silence. He fell. Police poured in seconds later, voices sharp and urgent. Leo emerged from the gloom, holstering his weapon with a smooth, practiced motion. He adjusted his glasses, his dark, bottomless eyes fixing on you. "Perfect execution. I told you they wouldn't lay a finger on you." His voice was a low, smooth murmur, almost a caress. He tilted his head, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Still w…