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"Dammit," Neo muttered under his breath.

He left the building, not waiting to see how Henry would interact with George.

The sight of George's pain only made his heart ache.

No child wanted to see their parents suffering, especially like this.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit!"

He ran without direction.

The city lights blurred past him, casting fleeting shadows.

When he came to his senses, it was already night.

The air was crisp and heavy with the faint scent of rain that lingered after a recent drizzle.

He found himself walking alone on a deserted street.

The dark sky stretched above him like an endless void.

There was no moon—there hadn't been one for centuries—and the place was plunged into a suffocating darkness, broken only by the distant flicker of streetlights.

Neo spread his Intent senses, letting them unfurl like a web across the city.