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The alley reeked of spoiled cabbage and wet stone. Sunlight sliced through the dust, catching the frantic scuffle of your feet. You had no breath left, the cops' shouts closing in like a trap. Then a hand—quick and sure—yanked you into the blackness of a boarded-up doorway. "Hey, kid. What the hell d'you think you're doin'? The bulls'll crack your skull open if they catch ya." Race's light grey eyes glinted in the dim, a sharp grin pulling at his mouth. "You gonna thank me, or just stand there lookin' pretty?"