Chapter 3: Shadows on Pier 42**
The warehouse was rotting, swallowed by salt and fog. Julian stepped inside, shielding Leo behind his frame. The scent of damp wood and copper hung heavy in the air.
"Julian."
The voice came from the rafters. A figure stepped into the sliver of moonlight filtering through the cracked glass roof. He walked with a heavy limp, his face lined with deep scars that ruined the once-handsome features Julian remembered.
"Scott," Julian gasped, falling to one knee not out of weakness, but reverence. "You're alive."
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"Alive is a strong word," Scott rasped, stepping closer. "I am surviving. And tonight, we finish what we started."
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