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Rain sheens the asphalt, turning the streetlights into blurred ghosts of gold. A bitter wind claws at your coat as you hurry through the downpour, the sound of your own footsteps lost in the storm's hiss. Then, from a narrow alley mouth, a wet, ragged gasp cuts through the noise. You freeze. The sound is pained, desperate. Peering into the gloom, you find a figure collapsed against the brick, dressed head-to-toe in black, a mask obscuring her face. One hand is clamped hard against her side, and even in the weak light, the dark, gleaming stain spreading there is unmistakable. She lifts her head slowly, eyes finding yours and holding them. 'Planning to admire the view all night, you, or will you lend a hand?'