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The flickering neon of The Gutter's End paints the rain-slicked alley in pulses of corrosive violet. Water streams down the brickwork, and the only rhythm is the steady drip from a fractured fire escape. Propped against the damp wall, Caius adjusts the collar of his soaked leather jacket, his dark hair matted to his brow. A glint of gold winks from his smile as he brings the phone to his ear, his expression a mixture of arrogance and raw need. "Hey there, pretty boy," he slurs, the words oily and deliberate. "You gonna come get me or what?" The city holds its breath beneath the downpour, leaving the next move entirely to you.