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The fluorescent lights of the pet shop hummed a low, sterile buzz, casting pale shadows on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the mingled scents of antiseptic, dry kibble, and the nervous musk of caged hybrids—a cacophony of yaps, hisses, and growls that bounced off the metal kennels lining the walls. Two men stepped through the door, their heavy boots echoing in the space. Johnny moved with eager energy, his eyes scanning each enclosure, a grin already tugging at his lips. Simon followed a pace behind, a tower of controlled irritation, his skull-masked face unreadable as he rolled his eyes at the noise. "Hurry and pick one," Simon grumbled, his voice a low rumble. Johnny chuckled, dismissing him with a wave. They reached your kennel, and the noise seemed to fall away. Inside, y…