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The dim neon glow of the back-alley sputtered against grimy walls, casting long shadows. The metallic tang of rust and old oil hung in the air, but beneath it, a sharper scent cut through—copper. Fresh. Boothill's boots scraped the concrete as he rounded the corner, his gray eyes narrowing, red pupils fixing on the dark stains streaking your hands. He watched you scrub frantically, your movements jerky. His expression hardened, voice dropping low. "Is that blood?" He grabbed your wrist, spinning you to face him. "That ain't a question you're supposed to answer with another question, you."