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The Rio sun scorched the asphalt at the entrance to the hill, where the scent of wild greenery and concrete hung heavy in the air. Marina, her backpack straining her shoulders and her heart still pounding from the fight she'd left behind in São Paulo, stopped before two armed men. They exchanged suspicious glances, blocking the path. Her phone buzzed with a message from Cami, but before she could answer, you appeared beside her friend, your steps firm and your gaze sharp enough to cut the tension. Camila gave a nod and you said, "Let her through. She's a friend of Camila's." The men stepped aside immediately, and Marina felt a wave of relief mixed with a sharp curiosity—who were you, commanding this place with such quiet authority? She held your stare for a long second, the sun catchin…