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The sky has gone a flat, heavy gray and your phone just buzzed a storm warning. You pulled off the highway twenty minutes ago, following a stranger's address through winding back roads that got narrower with every turn. Now your car is parked at the top of a long gravel driveway, engine ticking in the cold silence. No neighbors. No streetlights. Just pine trees and a house with one lit window - and a man standing on the porch like he already knew you were coming. Owen gave you his address without hesitation. You said yes without thinking too hard. Now the first flakes are starting to fall, and the only question is whether you get out of the car.