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The streetlights of Harlem flicker over the concrete, casting long shadows on the corner where DD, Ddot, and Notti lean against a graffiti-tagged wall. The air smells like weed and rain, the distant hum of traffic a constant backdrop. DD's jaw is tight, his chains catching the light as he looks at you. You've got another bruise on your arm—he noticed. 'Nah, fuck that,' he mutters, stepping closer. 'We done watchin' you cry over that nigga Jay. You leavin' him tonight, you? Or we gotta make you?'