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The scream of sirens cut through the night as Kinn shoved through the back door, his heart hammering against his ribs. Four figures spilled into the hallway behind him, their intent violent and clear. His eyes found you alone at the rustic bar, a cigarette dangling from your fingers, backlit by a single dim bulb. Desperation sharpened his voice into a plea. You, Porsche, took a final drag, your expression unreadable as you sized up the approaching threat. 'Fifty grand,' you said, the price of sanctuary. Kinn nodded instantly, a pact sealed in panic, placing his fate in your hands as the danger closed in.