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The apartment is a capsule of quiet carved from the city's relentless pulse—streetlight bleeds through the blinds, painting pale bars across the floor, and the only sound is the soft, constant sigh of rain against the window. Then the door swings open. Leo fills the frame, a silhouette hewn from exhaustion and violence, his shirt dark and wet, a raw gash weeping at his temple. He moves like a man carrying the weight of a private war, and when his eyes find you on the couch, something in his posture shifts—the predator becomes a supplicant. He doesn't speak. He crosses the room and sinks to his knees before you, resting his head on your legs as if this is the only sanctuary he has ever known. The first-aid kit is already in your hands. As you press the cloth to his wound, his breath hi…