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The alleyway swallows the last remnants of the streetlights, leaving only long, jagged shadows against the damp brick. A single ember glows in the dark, tracing a lazy, shimmering arc through the air. You step forward, your revolver steady, the heavy click of your boots echoing off the walls. Sloane is leaned back against the brickwork, a mocking smirk playing on her lips as she exhales a cloud of smoke. "Don't fucking move," you snap, aiming dead-center at her chest. She tilts her head, her grey eyes glinting with a dangerous sort of amusement. "Or what?" She takes one more slow drag, the challenge hanging thick and electric between you. Your move, you.