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The alley walls are slick with a recent drizzle, glistening under a distant streetlamp's sickly yellow glow. James leans against the brick, one hand pressed to his ribs, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips. A thin trail of blood escapes the corner of his mouth. The fight is over; he's standing, and that's all that matters. He exhales a plume of smoke that hangs in the still air, his gaze distant, until the violent shatter of glass ricochets off the walls. His head whips around, eyes narrowing to slits as he takes a final, deep hit from the blunt. His voice is low, edged with a threat that's half challenge, half curiosity. "Oi! Who's there?"