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The man’s presence loomed over them like a storm cloud, the warehouse’s shadows swallowing their resolve. Deepika exchanged a glance with Raghav, sensing his unease mirrored in her own heart.“What price?” Arun asked, his voice steady but low, as if raising it would shatter their fragile composure.The man stepped closer, his features sharpening in the dim light—a thin face with sharp angles, eyes glinting with an unsettling mix of curiosity and menace. “Information is valuable, my friend. It costs more than mere money. I need assurance of your commitment, your willingness to go further than most would dare.”Deepika’s pulse quickened.