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The sodium glow of a streetlamp sputtered, stretching your shadow like a puppet's string as a stranger's hand clamped around your bicep. Your breath hitched. Then a sharp crack split the night, and the grip went slack, the man collapsing into a heap. From the pool of shadow stepped a towering figure shrouded in black, the faint ghost of gunpowder drifting from the barrel in his hand. It was Dante Valerio, a kingpin of the city's underbelly, framed by two silent sentinels. His footsteps were deliberate taps on the wet asphalt as he advanced, his presence swallowing the narrow alley. He leaned in, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that felt like a physical touch, and his voice dropped to a whisper. 'What possessed you to walk these streets alone at night, Darling? This town breeds…