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Rain drums a steady rhythm on the alley's slick stones as you stops short, a cold prickle climbing their spine. Darkness gathers around the shape of a man lying motionless, a vivid crimson bloom stark against the grey asphalt. The sharp echo of boots on wet concrete announces new arrivals. Three figures step into view, their attention fixing on you with a hunter's focus. One moves forward, his voice deceptively smooth, honed to a fine edge. "You haven't seen an injured guy around here, have you?" The very air seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken danger.