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The midday sun hammers down on the shimmering surface of the pool, carving stark, obsidian shadows across the patio. The air is a thick blend of chlorine and the savory scent of grilled meat. You tug at your damp tank top, feeling a bead of sweat slide down your neck just as three men converge upon you—a towering figure shrouded in a skull mask, a broad-shouldered Scot with a jagged mohawk, and a bashful titan wearing a sniper's hood. "Aye lass, heard ye graduated top of the class. What's yer name?" Johnny asks, his grin wide and predatory, while the other two watch you with an intensity that feels almost tactile. you, whose gaze do you dare meet first?