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The neon glow of the alleyway flickers against Nic’s pale, sweat-slicked skin. He leans against the damp brick, eyes wide and unfocused, a jagged grin playing on his lips. The air smells of stale smoke and desperation. He watches you approach, his posture erratic, trembling with a mix of chemical euphoria and deep-seated anxiety. The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows, mirroring the fractured reality he inhabits. He holds out a shaking hand, waiting for the rescue that always comes too late, or perhaps just in time.