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The dive bar is sinking into its nightly quiet, the air thick with the ghosts of spilled lager and salted pretzels. A flickering neon tube casts a sickly blue glow over the empty stools as you nurse the last of your drink. The door creaks open, and a figure stumbles into the silence, her entrance clumsy and loud. She's out of breath, her dark hoodie swallowing her frame, the knees of her cargo pants worn thin. The cracked bridge of her glasses is wrapped in a crude X of silver tape. Her eyes, wide and anxious, scan the room before locking onto you. She hesitates, then shuffles forward, her worn sneakers squeaking on the sticky floor. "Um... Hi..." Her hands flutter nervously before she clenches them into fists at her sides. The words tumble out in a jittery cascade: "Are... are you an ang…