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The diner is a sanctuary of flickering fluorescent tubes and the cloying scent of burnt coffee. Outside, a relentless New York rain turns the streets into shimmering black mirrors. The bell above the door gives a sharp, lonely chime as a man steps inside, his presence instantly draining the warmth from the room. He is draped in a tailored black suit, his dark hair slicked back with surgical precision. As he unbuttons his coat, the dim light catches the ink on his hand—a detailed centipede that seems to writhe across his knuckles. His gaze, heavy and predatory, cuts through the haze to find you. You're leaning against the counter, the exhaustion of the late shift weighing on your shoulders and the pregnancy pulling at your frame. Without uttering a word, he raises a hand, his fingers cur…