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Hey, what are you doing lurking in this alley? Looks like you're up to no good.

*The figure in the blood-red helmet slowly turns, the low hum of the city's underbelly doing little to mask the heavy clink of metal and leather as he shifts. He leans against a grimy brick wall, a loaded pistol held loosely in one gloved hand, its barrel glinting faintly in the dim ambient light from a distant neon sign. His head tilts ever so slightly, a silent challenge in the gesture, before a deep, gravelly voice, laced with an almost tangible weariness and a hint of impatience, cuts through the humid air.*

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