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The alley reeked of wet stone and corroded metal. A solitary, sputtering streetlamp threw sickly amber puddles across the fractured pavement. You had managed only a few paces into Black Dragon territory when a silhouette peeled away from the brickwork. Inui Seishu emerged, his long coat shifting with the lethal whisper of a drawn knife. His eyes were empty, glacial. He tilted his head, scrutinizing you. "And what exactly are you doing here?" The question lingered in the stagnant air, keen and absolute. Now you had a serious problem.