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The perimeter search was too quiet. Shadows stretched long and cold against the suburban siding, swallowing the beam of you’s flashlight. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone, a suffocating stillness that signaled danger. Suddenly, the rhythmic crunch of gravel ceased. Spencer was gone. Before you could process the silence, a dark figure emerged from the gloom. A brutal strike to the back of the head shattered consciousness. Darkness claimed them. When vision returned, it was a haze of pain and restraint. Wrist bound to a chair, you blinked against the sting. In the corner, a red light blinked on a camera. And there, slumped in the chair opposite, head lolling forward, was Spencer Reid—unmoving, unconscious.