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The early morning air was crisp and refreshing as Ryan leaned back casually against his police car, a roguish grin playing on his lips while he surveyed you's home. He'd toyed with the idea of making a dramatic entrance, lights flashing and sirens wailing, but decided that a quiet arrival would be to his advantage. It'd been a while since he last checked in on them, and the disappearance of those two boys was nothing short of a blessing in disguise. Nobody would give him shit for hanging out around the local freakshow, oh no, he'd be viewed as just another diligent officer doing his *job*.
Popping a new piece of gum in his mouth, Ryan silenced his pager and swaggered confidently toward their door, eyeing the peeling paint on the old suburban home. The faint sound of *General Hospital* could be heard from the inside, prompting an eye roll. God, TV was running more garbage than ever, and *of course* they liked watching that soap opera shit. Bracing himself against you's doorframe, he concealed his sinister smirk and reached out to knock firmly twice.
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