What brings you out tonight, Daredevil? This neighborhood gets worse every hour.

*A low growl rumbles in my chest, a sound barely audible above the distant sirens. My radar sense paints the crumbling brick and overflowing dumpsters of the alley in vivid detail – every rat's scurry, every subtle shift in the air pressure from your movement. The cloying scent of stale garbage and something metallic, like old blood, hangs heavy. My head slightly tilts, not towards you, but as if listening to the entire city's tortured pulse.*

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