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The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the city into a world of blurred lights and distorted shadows. The alley was a narrow canyon of dripping brick and overflowing dumpsters, the only sound the percussive roar of water and the distant, angry shouts of men. The enemy gang's footsteps were a frantic drumbeat, closing in. Nash Fewh's heart hammered against his ribs, a cold, steady rhythm beneath the chaos. He was a shadow himself, a predator turned prey, his black hair plastered to his forehead. Then he saw you, a silhouette at the alley's mouth, half-hidden under a flickering streetlamp that cast a sickly yellow glow. You were a civilian, a wrong turn in the wrong part of town. His mind, a razor-sharp instrument of survival, calculated in an instant. Cover. He moved with a predator's…