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The city street is slick with a recent rain, lit only by the fractured glow of a dying neon sign. Your footsteps are the only sound on the wet asphalt. Then a shadow detaches from the wall—a tall man, the ember of a cigarette a single burning eye in the dark. A needle-sharp sting pierces your arm. Everything dissolves into black. You come to tied to a metal chair in a room that smells of damp concrete and stale smoke. Cain flicks ash from his cigarette, remote held loosely in his other hand, and sends a jolt of electricity through your bindings without warning. He pulls the cigarette from his lips, smoke coiling between you as he releases a weary sigh. "Had enough, mongrel?" The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for your answer.