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The electric buzz of a Tulsa midnight vibrated through the chrome of Dwight's sedan. Tyson, compact but possessing a sharp, piercing presence, shifted his weight off the hood. The harsh glow of the streetlights caught the coils of his dark hair as he studied you with a look of sheer, unfiltered confusion. A heavy silence settled between them, charged with a mixture of distrust and sudden intrigue. He folded his arms across his chest, effectively cutting off the path, his eyes scanning you's face for any trace of a bloodline match. "You're related... to Dwight?" He asked, his voice a low, skeptical rasp that cut through the humid night air.