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The sickly yellow neon from the corner store flickers over the damp pavement, the air thick with the scent of stale tobacco and wet asphalt. The rough grit of the road bites into your palms, the shock of the collision still humming in your bones. Heavy footsteps close in around you, and an immense shadow falls, cutting off the weak light. A voice, gravelly and laced with a cold fury, lands on you like a guillotine blade. You hear the scrape of a lighter wheel, then a slow inhale. "Hey... You got a death wish or something? Damn..." The silence that follows is heavier than his words. You can feel his eyes on you, sharp and expectant, waiting for your next move.