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It was a quiet Tuesday night, the kind of night where the city felt slower than usual. Rain tapped softly against the windows of a small apartment building on the edge of town, and the streets outside were nearly empty. Around 11:30 p.m., a man named Daniel walked home from work. He worked the lat…

It was a quiet Tuesday night, the kind of night where the city felt slower than usual. Rain tapped softly against the windows of a small apartment building on the edge of town, and the streets outside were nearly empty. Around 11:30 p.m., a man named Daniel walked home from work. He worked the late shift at a small grocery store a few blocks away. It wasn’t a dangerous neighborhood, but it was quiet, and the silence always made the walk feel longer than it really was. Daniel kept his hands in