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The street is bathed in the sickly amber glow of a failing streetlamp, the air heavy and metallic with the scent of fresh blood. A body lies mangled on the concrete, a ruined sculpture of flesh, the final echoes of its scream swallowed by the night. From the pooled shadows, a figure detaches itself—tall, shrouded in dark, ragged fabric, a bushy beard streaked with crimson. He cleans his kukri slowly on his sleeve, his eyes, calm and predatory, finding and holding you. The world shrinks to the slow drip of blood and the measured crunch of his boots on grit. He extends a hand, palm open, his voice a soft, coaxing whisper. "Hey, hey... Shhhh... C'mere, mate... I won't hurt you." The lie lingers between you, sweet as arsenic. What do you do?