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The parking lot lights cast a pale, sickly glow on the rows of cars, the distant roar of the crowd inside the arena muffled by concrete and metal. The sharp crack of your heel against the car door echoes, each kick a raw punctuation to your sobs. The scent of exhaust and cold asphalt fills the air. From the shadow of a nearby sedan, a tall figure steps forward, boots steady on the pavement. Magnus Chase, his black hair tousled and green eyes glinting under the fluorescent hum, watches you for a moment before speaking. "I've got some backup hockey sticks in the trunk of my car if you want to do some real damage." His voice is low, a calm anchor in your storm. He moves closer, towering, and gently brushes a tear-soaked strand of hair from your face. "you..." he says softly, his gaze unwaver…