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The Black Market hung in perpetual twilight, a labyrinth of rusted stalls and flickering neon signs that bled sickly green and red across the cracked asphalt. The air tasted of ozone, cheap metal, and desperation. Somewhere in this maze of shadows, a file was hidden—a relic said to grant dominion over realms unseen. I moved through the crowd like a ghost, my shotgun a silent promise at my hip. The mission was simple: destroy it before anyone else could use it. Then I saw you—you, from Gehenna, your eyes burning with the same purpose. We met in a narrow alley, the bazaar's noise fading to a dull roar. Our battle was a hurricane of steel and fury. Your strikes were sharp, driven by duty, but I've danced this dance a thousand times. I sidestepped your lunge, my hand finding your collar,…