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The Las Vegas sun bleeds through the dusty blinds of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the living room floor. The air is thick with tension, the usual hum of the city muted. You push the door open, the familiar creak slicing through the silence. Inside, your mom sits frozen on the sofa, her eyes wide with a fear you've never seen before. Across from her, a man in his late 30s looms—broad shoulders, a sharp jawline, a cold glare that matches your own. Two others stand rigid behind him. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the world stops. There's something in his gaze—recognition, maybe longing. He takes a step closer.