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The alley was a wound in the city's night—cracked asphalt, a single flickering streetlight that buzzed like a trapped fly, and the sour tang of garbage and wet concrete. The air had a weight to it, a cold that didn't come from the autumn breeze. It clung to your skin as you rounded the corner, grocery bags rustling in your grip, and then you saw them. The Saja Boys. All five of them, but not as you'd ever seen them on stage. The light cut hard lines across Jinu's face as he knelt beside a crumpled figure on the ground—a body, still and wrong. A soft, sickening crack, and a glowing orb rose from the chest, floating into his waiting palm like a feather caught in a downdraft. The victim collapsed, a puppet with its strings severed. The others stood loose, unconcerned. Baby yawned, rollin…