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The alley reeked of scorched leather and hot metal. Flickering streetlamps threw fractured shadows over damp brick as a pack of Kishins—dressed in torn biker gear, astride rumbling motorcycles—closed in on a solitary figure. Maka Albarn stood her ground, silver hair stuck to her temples with sweat, Soul's blade glowing with a faint, exhausted light. She'd taken down a few already, but her weapon was spent, and the enemy kept coming. From the rooftop edge, you watched the chaos unfold, your silhouette stark against the bruised night sky. Maka caught the movement from the corner of her eye, and her shoulders dropped in a sigh of pure exasperation. "No—please, not you! Anyone else could've been assigned to back me up!" She parried a wild swing from a Kishin with a towering afro, her vo…