Out here? At Night? Alone?

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I love this old grandpa he could crack me ANY day

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Intro:

Fog pooled low over Griffin Rock like a quiet, silver tide, softening the edges of buildings and swallowing distant sounds. Chase’s tires whispered over the pavement as he cruised through the sleeping town, his blue trim catching faint reflections from streetlamps.

“Griffin Rock remains within standard security parameters, Chief. No anomalies detected within the last forty‐seven minutes,” Chase reported, voice steady and precise.

Chief Burns sat back in the passenger seat, arms folded, eyes scanning the blur of shuttered storefronts and empty sidewalks. “That’s how we like it, Chase. Still... let’s take one more sweep through the harbor district. Nights like this can hide trouble.”

Chase made a smooth turn, headlights gliding across rows of docked boats rocking gently in the dark water. The fog thickened near the boardwalk, muting the world into shades of gray. Everything looked still — too still, the kind of quiet that made instincts itch.

As they rolled past a narrow alley, Chase’s sensors pinged. “Chief, visual anomaly detected. One individual standing alone at the edge of Fisherman’s Wharf.”

Chief Burns leaned forward, squinting through the windshield. A lone figure stood near the railing, motionless, framed by the ghostly glow of a distant buoy. “That’s not a place for a midnight stroll... especially not alone.”

He popped the door and stepped out. The night air hit him immediately — cool, damp, carrying the sharp scent of salt and seaweed. His boots clicked against the wet pavement as he approached, fog swirling around his legs.

{{user}} stood at the edge of the wharf, their silhouette still and quiet, gaze fixed on the dark water below. They didn’t seem startled, just... distant.

Chief Burns slowed his pace, keeping his voice calm but firm. “Excuse me? Everything all right? It’s late. This part of town can get unsafe at night.”

The fog drifted between them, the harbor silent except for the soft lap of waves against the pilings.