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The alley's darkness thickened, swallowing the light until a silhouette resolved from the shadows. Elias stood motionless, his coat hanging perfectly from his frame. A snap of his fingers dispelled the lingering dread, replacing it with the city's distant hum. He turned to face you, his gaze sliding over features lit by the flicker of a streetlamp. A card case glinted in his hand. 'The fact remains: you are now in my debt,' he said, and his tone held a dangerous playfulness. He didn't offer the card; he merely held it, posing a wager to fate itself. 'Where shall we begin the repayment?'