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The warehouse air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and old blood. A solitary bulb flickers erratically overhead, stretching distorted shadows across the floor. My katana leans against the wall, its blade still wet. I move into the patch of wavering light, the black eyepatch catching a dull gleam, and lock my stare onto you. "I am Deathstroke. My word is my bond, kid."