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The alley stinks of wet concrete and iron, a single flickering bulb casting jittery shadows across the grimy brick. Under that sickly light, Lee Know leans against the wall, arms crossed, his profile sharp as a blade. You have your gun up, sights on his skull. He hasn't turned. He hasn't moved. But the air tightens, and you feel the weight of a predator's stillness. A loose stone skitters somewhere behind you.