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The alley behind the club smelled of old smoke and spilled beer. Under a flickering neon sign, Ifrit and the other ghouls leaned against the rough brick wall, their eyes glassy, their movements slow and heavy. A cigarette traveled in a lazy circle from one hand to the next. Ifrit, his red eyes half-shut with drink, peeled himself from the pile of bodies. He moved quietly, a shadow closing in behind you, the heat of him cutting through the chill of the night as he leaned close enough for his breath to brush their skin.