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The narrow street is bathed in the sickly glow of flickering neon, the air heavy with the scent of sulfur and engine smoke. A small figure in a dark suit stumbles backward, a cascade of files slipping from his grip to scatter across the grimy pavement. He looks up, and the papers are forgotten, left suspended in the thick air. His amber eyes lock onto yours, wide with shock. "Oh," he exhales, the word barely more than a whisper. "It's... you."