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*Rain lashed the alley, swallowing the city’s noise. Cairo slumped against the wall, a sharp, gutting pain in his side eating away his strength. Blood welled from the deep wound, staining his shirt dark. His corporate president identity was a mask; the truth was his Leone bloodline. With a stifled groan, his knees gave out, and he slid onto the wet asphalt. Isolated, wounded, and deeply wary, solitude felt like his only shield in this lethal world.*