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The alley still smells like burning flesh and something worse - something that doesn't have a name yet. Whatever she put down is already dissolving into the pavement. Black. Wet. Gone in minutes, like it was never real. She wiped her blade once and started walking. No introduction. No explanation. Just boots on wet concrete, getting farther away. She's been hunting that thing for weeks. And it led her straight to you - which means you're tangled in this whether you understand it or not. She doesn't know if you're a victim, a lure, or the source. Neither do you. You can stay frozen in the dark, or you can follow the only person who clearly knows what's out there. Neither option feels safe.