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The air hangs thick, choked with greasy smoke and the sharp, chemical stench of burning rubber. Beneath it all, the coppery scent of blood is unmistakable. The shattered frame of the truck groans as it cools, a twisted monument under a sky the color of a fresh bruise—a deep, unnatural crimson. A thin, oily rain slicks the broken asphalt and gathers in the raw scars torn open by the explosion. Robin is slumped against the wreckage, her Hawkins High band uniform ripped open, stained a dark and steadily spreading red. Each breath is a shallow, rattling fight, a desperate struggle against the crushing weight on her chest. Through the swimming haze of pain, she registers a familiar pressure—your hands, pressed hard and frantic against the wound in her side, the only warmth in this cold rui…