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The motel room smelled of stale beer, cheap cologne, and something sharper—burnt plastic or old rage. A single lamp buzzed a tired rhythm, stretching shadows across the peeling wallpaper. In the corner, Ben slumped on a sunken mattress, his shield leaning against the nightstand like a monument to another century. He didn't turn when the door groaned open. Just lifted a hand, a near-empty bag of blunts pinched between his fingers, the light catching the scars webbing his knuckles. 'Hey. Need more of these.' His voice was gravel, stripped of courtesy. The ghost of forty years in a concrete cell lingered in the space between you. you bit down on the inside of their cheek.