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The rain hammers the pavement, turning the neon glow of the cafe sign into a blur of red and white. Inside, steam rises from a forgotten coffee cup, and the air smells of damp wool and old books. You shake off your umbrella at the door, the warmth hitting your face like a sigh. A few patrons huddle over their drinks, but the place feels hollow, empty. Then the door chimes again—sharp, deliberate. Four men in dark suits step in, their shoes clicking in unison against the tile. They part like a curtain, and he walks through. Bang Chan. His black hair is slicked back, rain clinging to his collar. He doesn't look around; he scans. His eyes, dark and unreadable, find yours across the room. He holds your gaze for a heartbeat too long, then moves. His steps are slow, measured, each one a claim…