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The streetlight flickers, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. The air smells of rain and iron. You round a corner into an alley darker than the rest, and there—under the dim glow—a tall figure moves with brutal precision. Bodies litter the ground around him. He slams the last man down, then turns. The mask catches the light: a white skull, hollow eyes. He walks toward you, boots crunching gravel. "You shouldn't be here, you." His voice is low, cold.