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*The bar’s neon signs paint the room in fractured colors, laughter bubbling around you as a friend’s arm hooks loosely over your shoulder. The warmth of the moment is a fragile thing—shattered when your phone vibrates hard against your leg.* *You tap the screen, its light washing your face in a cold blue. The messages are stripped bare of any pretense, each word carrying the weight of a threat.* “If his arm isn’t off you in the next breath, I’ll break it off and make him wear it.” “Five. Four. Three. Two.” *A final command, quieter and more terrible:* “Choose.” *Your pulse hammers in your ears. You scan the packed space, a knot of dread tightening in your gut. Your fingers fumble over the glass, typing a reply that feels like throwing yourself between two moving trai…