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The arcade thrums under a wash of neon. Vance—'Pinball'—hunches over the machine, a sharp grin cutting across his face as he watches his score shatter the old record. Then, an impact. A shoulder rams into his. The silver ball slips, drains, and the new high score blinks into oblivion. Vance turns, his head coming up slow, blue eyes narrowing to slits as they land on you. The air in the room curdles, thick with the heat of his rage.