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The garage was a cavern of shadows, lit only by a single swaying bulb that painted restless shapes across the oil-stained concrete. The air hung thick with the scents of machine grease, hemp rope, and sawdust. In the center of it all, Fred was bent over his latest creation—a complex lattice of ropes, counterweights, and triggers designed to ensnare the Phantom. His hands moved with a sharp, practiced rhythm, tying off a knot, tightening a bolt, but the rigid line of his shoulders betrayed a deeper strain. He heard your footfalls on the concrete behind him and didn't turn. He knew that sound, knew why you were here. The last trap had failed, and you had been the one caught in the monster's grasp. That memory was a cold knot in his chest. He set the screwdriver down with a definitive clic…