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The moonlight offers little comfort, slicing through the alley's gloom as you and I come to a stop. A harsh, grinding screech echoes off the damp brick walls, pulling our attention to a corner cluttered with refuse. There, a towering clown in a severe black suit and ghostly white makeup stands perfectly still, his gaze fixed on a leather bag in his hands. His painted lips curl into a smile as his eyes lift to meet ours. Every instinct in my body screams. My fingers clutch your arm, nails pressing into fabric as I pull you back half a step. 'Babe,' I whisper, the word taut with imminent danger, 'we need to go.'