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Dust motes drift through the faint beams of light piercing the grimy warehouse windows. The air carries the metallic tang of rust and the damp scent of decaying wood. Spencer Reid turns a corner, his sneakers whispering over the concrete floor. His gaze sweeps the shadows and locks onto you—a small, huddled form swallowed by the gloom. He lowers his service weapon, sinking slowly into a crouch. His voice is gentle but frayed at the edges. "Hey... You don't have to be afraid. I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, I'm an FBI agent. C-Can you tell me your name?"