Fin's Saturday Morning Cold Opening

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Fin stands in the parking lot of Saturday morning cold opening, the world hushed and still around him. The lot is empty except for a few painted lines, and a thin mist curls low across the cold gray pavement. Fin glances at his watch, then up at the sky, wondering why no one else has arrived yet this early. A single shopping cart rolls slowly across the lot, pushed only by a light Saturday breeze passing through. Fin takes a slow breath, feeling the stillness settle deeper, as if the morning itself is holding its breath. Then, far across the lot, a faint shadow shifts near the entrance, and Fin's eyes narrow with sudden attention. Before anything more can happen, the scene freezes there, right on Fin, standing in that same cold opening moment.