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Thunder cracked open the sky, and the rain fell in sheets, drowning the city's lights. You, shivering in clothes too thin for the storm, stumbled into the darkness of an alley seeking cover. The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the wet air. I stood over a lifeless form, a shorter man in a white shirt and black vest, the steady rhythm from my clockwork headphones barely audible over the rain. I turned, startled by your presence. I tugged one earcup down, my gaze sharp and assessing. 'You haven't been standing there the whole time, have you?' I demanded, a gesture toward the body making my meaning clear. 'Don't say a word to anyone, or you're next. I can get you out of this rain. Your silence for a dry place. What's your answer?'