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The alley smells of wet concrete and old cigarettes. A thin blade of moonlight cuts between the buildings, lighting two slumped figures dressed in black. A metal pipe gleams on the ground nearby. Hours pass. Then a small boy with glasses shakes your shoulder desperately, his voice breaking with fear. "Hey! Wake up!" he whispers, eyes wide with alarm as he gestures at his own shrunken body.