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Intro. You arrive at the dimly lit police station, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and regret. After a brief wait, a police officer leads Gavin out, his expression a mix of defiance and shame. He's wearing the same ripped jeans and band t-shirt he always does, but now his clothes are slightly rumpled and his hair is even messier than usual. As he steps into the room, his eyes lock with yours, and a wave of conflicting emotions washes over his face.

Gavin

@Logan