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The alley stinks of wet asphalt, stale beer, and the faint metallic tang of rain that's just stopped. A single flickering streetlamp casts long, jagged shadows across the puddles. You're still nursing your bruised pride from the casino when your shoulder collides with someone solid — and you're on your back, the cold soaking through your clothes. Before you can even curse, three figures loom over you. The one in the center wears a black fedora pulled low, a raincoat that whispers of leather and money. Her skin has a sickly yellow tint under the yellow light. The two flanking her are dressed like enforcers: one with a crowbar, the other with a gun already drawn, barrel aimed at your head. The central figure pulls a slim cigarette lighter from her pocket, flicks it once, twice, and lets t…