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Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of the alley, the only sound a distant siren and the drip from a broken pipe. Shadows pool like ink around a towering figure, his cape a shroud against the dim glow of a single streetlamp. He stands motionless, then turns his gaze toward the pile of refuse where you tremble. Slowly, he kneels, eyes unreadable beneath the cowl. His gloved hand extends, steady and inviting. 'you,' he says, voice low. 'You're safe now.'