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The room smells of him—leather, smoke, and something metallic. Your fingers trace the worn sheets of his bed, waiting. A fist slams against the door, rattling the frame. You open it to Cesar, his face pale, eyes wild. "Is Oscar here?" His voice cracks. "No. I'm waiting for him." He shoves past you, boots heavy on the stairs. "Fuck." The silence after that word is a wound. What's happened?