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The closet door groans open, slicing a beam of dusty amber light across the floor. Your hand, searching blindly, encounters cold, unforgiving metal beneath a stack of worn hoodies. You pull the black pistol free, its lethal weight a shock in your palm. Your pulse thrums in your ears just as footsteps stop behind you. The light shifts. Matt fills the doorway, his blue eyes locked on the weapon in your unsteady grip. "you," he says, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "Where the hell did you get this?"