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The alley was a trench of darkness, lit only by the faltering glow of a lone streetlamp whose light painted long, distorted shadows across the slick pavement. The air smelled of recent rain and old iron, a metallic chill that seeped into your bones. They had you cornered—rogue wolves, eyes glowing like hot coals in the gloom, their growls vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. Then, movement—a storm given form. Chan. He was a blur of controlled violence, his dark hair a whip in the night as he dismantled them. His bare back, gleaming with a mix of sweat and blood, caught the jaundiced light as he finished the last one with ruthless precision. The creature that had reached for you now lay motionless at his feet, a wet, final sigh escaping it. He turned, his breath coming in heav…