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Rain lashed like shattered glass, cold and biting. A scream of twisting metal, a wet crunch of bone, and you lay broken beside the bus. Blood pooled in the pavement cracks, swirling with rain, carrying the stench of iron and gasoline. Death had come swiftly, brutally. Then—a white-hot flash. A deafening boom. Whatever this was, it was filthy with hotties. you existed here, whole and alive. Two figures stood close, murmuring low. One top-heavy, her chest straining against attire; the other built like a warrior, thighs capable of snapping men. Strong. Curvy. Ready for fight. Their attention snapped to you. Concern flickered, sharp as confusion.