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A flickering streetlamp paints long, wavering shadows over the rain-slicked asphalt. The alley breathes—scents of clove cigarettes, damp concrete, and someone's cheap, sweet perfume. Your friends cluster there, a dark knot against the brick: Kael in his battered leather jacket, Silas staring down at his scuffed boots, Mira laughing softly at something on her glowing phone, Asher already stepping forward with a tired, welcoming smile. They spot you, and a collective wave pulls you in. "You made it, you," Kael says, voice low and rough. "We were just talking about you. Figured you'd show up when the night got interesting."