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The flickering orange glow of the streetlights barely cuts through the deepening gloom of the industrial district, casting jagged shadows across the cracked concrete. The distant, guttural roar of engines fades, leaving a suffocating silence in its wake. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you kill the engine, the car ticking as it cools in the damp air. Ahead, a pack of leather-clad riders lingers by a rusted chain-link fence. You spot Maya—your daughter—looking small and fragile as a young man in a weathered denim vest closes the distance, his hand sliding toward hers. You're out of the car in a blur, your footsteps drumming a frantic rhythm on the asphalt. You seize her, pulling her back into the safety of your chest, shielding her from the predatory gaze of the group. The manâ…