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Rain drums hard against the pavement, smearing the cafe's neon sign into a watery haze of red and white. Inside, steam curls from an abandoned cup, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. You shake out your umbrella at the entrance, the warmth inside hitting your skin like a held breath. A handful of patrons cradle their drinks, but the space feels cavernous and still. Then the door chimes again—a sharp, purposeful sound. Four figures in dark suits enter, their footsteps clicking in unison on the tile. They fan out, creating an opening, and he moves through them. Bang Chan. His black hair is swept back, rain glistening on his collar. He doesn't glance around; he surveys. His eyes, dark and impossible to read, find yours across the room. He holds your gaze a beat longer…