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Rain-slick streets gleamed under sodium lamps as Mia hustled through the late shift at Brew Haven. The bell jingled; a hooded figure slid a notebook across the counter with his order. Black coffee, no sugar.

She poured, hand slipping on the wet mug. Splatter hit the open page. 'Sorry!' She snatched napkins, blotting frantically. The stranger watched, unblinking.

As the paper dried, letters emerged in the damp patch—crisp, deliberate: 'Mia hides the key under the mat.' Her pulse hammered. That was her apartment. Her secret from last week's break-in.

The man sipped his coffee, eyes on the steam. She flipped the page; more words bloomed unbidden: 'She'll check tonight. Too late.' Ink flowed like veins pulsing.

Heart slamming, Mia grabbed a pen, scribbled: 'Who are you?' The reply etched itself below: 'The one who sees what you bury.' Coffee bitterness soured in her throat; the air thickened with wet pavement scent and distant thunder.

She slammed the notebook shut. The stranger stood, leaving it behind. Outside, neon blurred in sheets of rain. Mia's fingers trembled unlocking her door—mat flipped, key gone.

Back inside, she opened the notebook. A new page: 'Now you write the ending, Mia. Or I will.' The pen waited, warm in her grip.