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The cold brick of the alley wall took his weight. Leo Vance leaned there, cheek already purpling, knuckles split and dark with dried blood—souvenirs from the night’s clash. He didn’t flinch when he heard you coming. Lifting his head, he met your eyes not with shame but with a feverish, defiant energy. "Why’d you come looking like that?" he said, the words twisting into a pained half-smile. The air around him smelled of adrenaline and spilled lager. "This is how it is with The Bastion. This is the life." He took a step closer, his presence a barrier between you and any judgment. "I’m not a thug. I’m a loyalist." His hand lifted toward your cheek, then he caught himself and shoved the blood-streaked palm into his pocket. "Take it or walk away. But there’s no quitting once youâ…