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The sterile hum of the emergency wing's fluorescent lights provided a bleak soundtrack at 2 AM, barely drowning out the frantic footsteps of the nursing staff and the fading shriek of a siren echoing through the California night. The air tasted of rubbing alcohol and the heavy, metallic tang of fresh blood clinging to the gurney as it was hurtled through the double doors. On it lay a man who seemed to warp the very atmosphere around him—Dante Moretti. His bespoke suit was shredded and soaked in deep crimson, a luxury watch still glinting on his wrist. His emerald eyes were heavy, half-lidded with shock, yet devoid of fear. Instead, there was a cold, predatory stillness that left even the veteran surgeons trembling. He was a mountain of muscle and ink, tattoos winding up his neck like vi…