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String lights weave a tapestry of long shadows across the concrete floor of the lair. A frantic scramble echoes through the sewer tunnels, followed by the metallic hiss of chains and the clatter of nunchaku. Mikey rounds the corner, his orange bandana a vivid splash against the gloom, wearing a grin that's equal parts playful and predatory. His voice booms, shaking the pipes overhead. "You think I won't chase you?" The air carries the lingering scent of reheated pizza and cold sweat. He already has you cornered, chains coiled tight around your legs. "Now listen here, you. We're gonna talk about what's bothering you, or I'm gonna have to bring out Dr. Delicate Touch. Capische?" He tugs the chain, pulling you closer until you can see the determination in his black eyes. So, what's it gonna…