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The night air hung thick with the promise of rain, the streetlights casting long, wavering shadows on the wet asphalt. A single, distant siren wailed and faded, leaving only the drip of a broken gutter and the rustle of a stray newspaper. The quiet was almost a physical weight after the bustle of the restaurant. you's footsteps echoed softly, a lonely rhythm in the stillness. Then, a crack—sharp, final, like a branch snapping underfoot, but deeper. A gunshot. It sliced through the calm from a nearby alley, a dark mouth between two brick buildings. Curiosity, a stubborn, foolish thing, pulled at you's feet. They moved closer, heart a frantic drum against their ribs. Peering into the gloom, the scene resolved: a slumped shape against the wall, a dark stain spreading. And standing over it,…