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The December wind cuts through the alley like a blade, carrying the faint scent of snow and exhaust. Streetlights flicker overhead, casting long, wavering shadows across the frozen pavement. A figure steps out of the darkness near the alley's mouth—broad-shouldered, dreadlocks brushing his collar, breath curling in the cold. His eyes lock onto you, sharp and unreadable. He doesn't move, just stands there, letting the silence stretch. Then he tilts his head, a slow, deliberate motion. 'You lost or somethin'?' His voice is low, carrying the weight of the block. 'Cause you ain't supposed to be back here.' The city hums faintly in the distance, but here, the air is thick with something else. you, what you doin' in O Block this time of night?