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The trail led Hector to a dilapidated warehouse in the Industrial Vallejo. Inside, the air smelled of ozone and old paper. He found the Gray Ghost sitting at a metal desk, not with a gun, but with a shredder.

The warehouse went quiet, the only sound the distant roar of the city outside. In that moment, Belascoarán realized the Gray Ghost wasn't a villain in a grand conspiracy. He was just another tired man caught in the machinery of a city that forgot its own history as soon as the sun went down. BelascoarГЎn PI

Belascoarán rubbed his bad leg, the one that always ached when rain was coming. He looked at the single photo on his desk: a blurry shot of a man in a gray suit standing near the Tlatelolco ruins. The "Gray Ghost," as the papers were calling him, was rumored to be a fixer for the old guard, a man who could make problems disappear with a single phone call. The trail led Hector to a dilapidated warehouse