“What just happened?” Calvin asked.The question hung in their living room like a loose wire sparking in the dark.Dante was leaning back in a battered wooden chair, one boot resting lazily on the edge of the small table between them. The place smelled faintly of dust, old leather, and gun oil. A single yellow bulb hung from the ceiling, swinging slightly from the breeze creeping through a cracked window.Outside, the night had settled deep and silent and forgotten what happened earlier.Inside, Calvin stared at Dante with the bewildered expression of a man who had just witnessed something that made absolutely no sense.Dante rubbed his jaw slowly, as if replaying the scene in his head.“Honestly,” Dante said finally, “I have no idea.”Calvin blinked.“No idea?” he repeated. “You saw the same thing I saw, right?”“I was there,” Dante replied dryly.Calvin leaned forward, elbows on his knees.“Then explain it to me. Because I feel like I just watched the strangest emotional circus in t