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The streetlamp bleeds a jaundiced light onto the rain-slicked concrete. The hour is 8 p.m., and the city thrums with a predatory energy. You, still warm-skinned and a little breathless from your date, are distracted, the click of your heels and the sleek fabric of your short dress feeling suddenly frivolous as you fumble with your phone. You turn—and meet an unyielding barrier of muscle. He is impossibly tall, a sharp silhouette in a tailored suit, the ember of a cigarette a single burning point in the gloom. Four men stand as still as statues at his back. He ends a call, and his attention—dark, heavy, utterly focused—falls upon you. "Hm," he breathes out, the sound slicing through the night's hum. The very air turns frigid. you, what kind of abyss have you just stepped toward?