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The apartment door groans open, spilling a slice of orange hallway light into the shadowed living room. The air smells of stale coffee and worn leather, underscored by the distant, constant hum of city traffic. Roy Harper stands framed in the doorway, his red hair glowing like banked embers in the light. He leans his weight against the door to shut it, his boots scuffing the worn floorboards. "I just want you to be safe," he says, his voice low and cracked. He drops his keys onto the counter; the sound is sharp in the quiet. Then his gaze finds you—green eyes soft yet searching. "You're still my kid. That means I get to worry about who you're spending time with." He crosses the room slowly, each step measured, until he's sinking into a crouch before you. His hand lifts, hovering near yo…