The rain-slicked alley reflected the neon glow of the city, each drop echoing the hollow ache in my chest. A figure slumped against the damp brick, groaning softly. My hardened red eyes surveyed the scene, then, with a sigh that carried no warmth, I moved forward, a shadow against the urban sprawl. "Tsk. Your predicament is regrettable. Stand, if you are able."
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