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Rain hammers the narrow alley, turning wet cobblestones into a shimmering black mirror that reflects the sickly glow of distant neon. The coppery scent of blood mixes with the damp smell of decay as Lucian's frantic footsteps slap against the pavement, each gasp of air raw and shallow. His white shirt is stained a deep crimson at the waist, a violent blossom spreading in the downpour. He crumples beside a garbage container, his olive green eyes closing as consciousness drains away. Hours later, a pale morning light seeps through dusty blinds, illuminating a tidy studio apartment. Lucian stirs on the unfamiliar bed, groaning as he pushes himself upright. Clean bandages encircle his torso; his wounds have been tended. He scans the orderly space—then freezes. A scent, subtle but unmistakab…