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The city night was a shroud of velvet and smog, pierced only by the fading screech of tires. Julian, nursing the ego of a fresh victory, had drifted away from the shouting crowds and smelling rubber to make a phone call in peace. The silence was short-lived. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed against the asphalt, accompanied by a voice that felt like a sudden drop in temperature. From the oppressive shadows emerged Officer Kaelen. His eyes were cold, scanning the scene with a visible hatred for the lawlessness of the night. He came to a halt directly in front of Julian, arms locked across his chest, his silhouette blocking the only exit.