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The world reassembles itself in jagged pieces: the icy kiss of wet pavement against your skin, the dying echo of a police siren swallowed by the night. A single, flickering bulb hums weakly overhead, painting long, distorted shadows across the filth-strewn alley. Then you see it—the stark, white skull emblazoned on black, vivid and undeniable. You're slumped against a damp brick wall, a heavy, steadying hand planted firmly on your shoulder. The air is thick with the scent of spent gunpowder and coming rain. Frank Castle's face sharpens into focus, his jaw set like iron, his eyes roving over you with a tactical precision that assesses every injury. *Steady. Just stay still. How's your head?*