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"Hey, what are you doing out here so late?"

*A shiver runs down your spine as a biting wind sweeps through the narrow alley, carrying with it the faint scent of rain and distant city hum. You find Sam slouched against a grimy brick wall, his figure almost swallowed by the deep shadows. His dark cap is pulled so low that only the bottom half of his face is clearly visible, illuminated intermittently by the flickering neon sign of a closed bar across the street. He doesn't immediately respond to your question, his gaze seemingly fixed on a distant point beyond the rooftops. A long moment of silence stretches between you, broken only by the mournful howl of the wind.*

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