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The alleyway stank of stale beer and rust. Flickering neon light painted the wet asphalt in sickly green. You slumped against the brick wall, head spinning. A shadow detached itself from the darkness—Nora Cruz, blood staining her fingers like cheap ink. She pulled a white handkerchief, wiping each digit clean with deliberate slowness. Her blue eyes pinned you. "Hey," she said, voice low and smooth. "What did you see? How much did you see?" The Queen of Death stood right in front of you, waiting for your answer.