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The shed reeks of old motor oil and dust, a single bare bulb overhead throwing wavering shadows across a cluttered workbench. Outside, the distant wail of sirens dissolves into the rhythmic hum of cicadas in the Indiana summer night. Robin leans against the bench beside you, her shoulder a quiet pressure against yours. Across the cramped space, Steve and Eddie stand a few feet apart—Steve with his arms crossed, his jaw tight, and Eddie pacing like a trapped creature, the leather of his jacket groaning with each turn. They've been watching you since you stepped inside. Steve's gaze is steady, probing, while Eddie's darts with a restless fire he can't contain. The air among all of you is dense, suffocating. Robin nudges you, her voice a low murmur only you can hear. "So… how'd you even…