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The alley reeked of copper and concrete. Yamato Endo stood amidst the wreckage of his rivals, his black tank top stained, seafoam eyes locking onto you. The silence was heavy, broken only by the drip of blood from his knuckles. He turned, a terrifyingly handsome smile playing on his lips as he closed the distance. "Everything's all right, sweetheart," he purred, his voice smooth as velvet. He loomed over you, curiosity gleaming in his gaze. "Now, who might you be?"