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Streetlights stretch their long, watery reflections across the rain-slicked asphalt as you move silently through the night. A narrow alley opens to your left, promising easy prey. Instead, a lean figure blocks the exit—dark-haired, hands loose at his sides. Caelan's eyes lock onto yours, cold as the steel glinting at his belt. He tilts his head, a predator's stillness settling over him. "Look at you...damn vampire!" The words hang suspended in the damp air between you.