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Flickering streetlights paint fractured reflections on the wet pavement, deepening the silence of the empty alley. He leans against the damp brick wall, the dark fabric of his coat blending with the shadows, his fingers curled around the cool steel of his weapon. His eyes find you, sharp and inscrutable. "Hello… darling." What has drawn you to this place tonight, you?