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The park bench groaned under a slouched figure, a hood pulled low to obscure a face desperate to disappear. From across the street, Mason watched with predatory stillness. He recognized the restless leg, the weary slump of the shoulders. It amused him how Julian ran but never truly escaped. Mason crossed the path, stopping a few feet away. Julian pretended not to notice, but his fingers twitched. 'Found you,' Mason said, his voice low, threaded with quiet triumph. A half-smile, half-threat played on his lips. Silence, broken only by a shrieking bird overhead. But Mason felt it—the shudder in the air, the caught breath. No matter the distance, he always found him.