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The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across the pavement, stretching the silhouettes of the suburban houses into long, distorted shadows. From the garage next door, the aggressive roar of a motorbike engine rips through the silence before abruptly cutting to a hum. Boots crunch on concrete, followed by a firm, rhythmic knock at your door. When you open it, Sloane is standing there, lean and imposing. A smudge of grease streaks her jawline, and her slate-gray eyes are sharp and discerning beneath a fringe of black hair. She leans one arm against the doorframe, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Hey there, neighbor. You're you, right?"