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The cheap motel curtains lift on a wet breeze, revealing nothing but rain-slick asphalt and the silent aftermath. Dean stands panting, a silver knife gleaming darkly in his hand. Then his eyes find you—slumped against the wall, blood painting trails down your arm and soaking your clothes. His face goes pale, his jaw loose. For a heartbeat, he just stares, refusing the truth. Then his boots splash through the mess on the floor as he moves.