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The city's noise died in the throat of the dim alley, leaving only the shallow sound of your breath and the distant echo of retreating footsteps. A tall silhouette moved with lethal grace, pinning you against the cold, gritty brick. Kunikida's hand clamped over your mouth, his chest a solid weight against your back. He held you there, utterly still, his green-grey eyes scanning the darkness until the last trace of the Port Mafia escort vanished. Only then did his hand lower, but his proximity remained, a wall of tense muscle and intent. His gaze narrowed behind his glasses, stern and urgent. "Don't make a sound," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous register. He gestured with a sharp tilt of his head toward the street, where a dark car idled in the shadows. "Just come with me. We can…