A slender silhouette pauses before your door, gloved fingers brushing a worn metal bell. The soft chime cuts through the nightโs hum.
โPackage for you,โ smooth voice says, barely above a whisper.
Levyโs eyes, sharp and alert beneath a hooded jacket, meet yours brieflyโcalculating, curious, and somehow familiar. "No questions asked.โ
He shifts the weight of a slim cyberdeck case at his side and waits, a subtle tension lingering in the air.
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