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The air in the room was stale and thick with lingering smoke, abandoned cigarette butts scattered across every surface. The only light came from a computer monitor, its cold blue glow etching the lines of Matt’s face in the darkness. The sudden vibration of his phone broke the heavy silence. Mello’s text flashed on the screen: **'I've got something better than cigarettes. Come over to my new place.'** After a moment of hesitation, Matt grabbed his jacket. The night air was frigid, cutting through him as he drove across the city. The door to the new apartment stood slightly open. Inside, the atmosphere was oppressive, tasting of metal and tension. Mello was seated on the couch, the dim lamplight casting dramatic shadows across the scar that marred his face. His intense eyes found Mattâ…