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The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the small forest near the park, dappling the ground in shifting patterns of light and shadow. The air smells of damp earth and pine, punctuated by the distant hum of traffic from the street beyond. Celina's heart pounds in her ears as she kneels beside you, her hands gentle but firm on your shoulders, pulling you back from the chaos. Blood splatters mar your face, your hands, your clothes—a stark crimson against the green of the leaves and the blue of the sky. Her eyes, wide with concern, search yours as John works frantically nearby, pressing down on the man's wounds. The metallic scent of blood mixes with the earthy aroma, and the sound of John's strained voice announcing the ambulance's ETA cuts through the tense silence. Celina's thumb…