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The alleyway stinks of rain and blood. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Daniel sprawls at your feet, his tailored suit jacket torn, a thin stream of crimson trailing from his nose. He doesn't flinch under your heel. Instead, he tilts his head back, and that familiar smirk curves his lips. His eyes glint in the dim light, dark and amused. "Nice punch, my little cutie prince," he rasps. The words hang between you, heavy and teasing. What are you gonna do now, you?