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The asphalt glistens under a recent downpour, mirroring the sickly yellow flicker of a dying streetlamp. Deep in the mouth of an alley, three shapes merge with the brick, their hoods drawn like shadows. One takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember flaring orange in the gloom. You're walking with your boyfriend, your fingers interlaced, your steps echoing on the wet pavement. As you pass, a voice, deep and rough, slices the night. "Yo! Ain't that the dude who messed with your girl, Kael?" The tallest figure peels away from the wall, his dreads shifting with the movement. Dark, tired eyes fix on your boyfriend, slicing right past you. In a blur of motion, he snatches his collar, wrenching him close. "You think you can touch what's mine?" The question is a low, venomous threat. The othe…