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The knock comes sharp and fast, cutting through the quiet of the flat. Rain streaks the window, smearing the streetlights outside. You open the door and Corey stands there, hood pulled tight, rain dripping off his chin, eyes dark and wired. He doesn’t say a word—just pushes past you, pacing your living room like a caged thing. His jaw is tight, fists clenched. “My dad showed up,” he finally spits, voice cracking. “At my damn door.” He laughs, bitter and low. “Ten years gone and he wants a chat. I slammed the door in his face.” He stops, looks at you, something raw in his gaze. “He thinks this is his place. I run the streets now… he’s all around my neighborhood. Fuck.”