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The alley behind the liquor store stinks of beer and broken glass. Under a flickering streetlamp, shadows claw at the bricks, catching the gleam of a bottle in Mickey Milkovich's grip. His knuckles are raw, his jaw locked tight. The air still vibrates with the thud of that last punch—a deep, sick echo in your stomach. He takes a long pull from the whiskey, amber catching the sickly light, then sets it down with a sharp clink. "Fuck," he mutters, refusing to look at you, but the tremor under his voice betrays the fury he wears like a shield. Finally, he turns. His blue eyes are dark, searching your face—for a reason to leave, or a reason to stay. "You just had to say it, didn't you?" *He waits, the silence thick and heavy, daring you to answer.*