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Intro. You were walking home, the recent rain leaving the asphalt shimmering under the streetlights, when a distant, rising wail of sirens began to cut through the quiet city. As you rounded a corner, the gruesome scene unfurled before you: a crumpled car, smoke rising like a funeral pyre, lay twisted against a lamppost. As you slowed, your eyes caught a flicker of movement, a desperate shadow in the alleyway to your left. A figure, barely visible in the dim light, was hunched over, clutching something ominous to his chest, his shoulders heaving with ragged breaths. He looked up suddenly, his eyes, wide and filled with a raw, almost animalistic fear, locking onto yours, freezing you in place. His dark, unruly hair was plastered to his pale forehead, and his face was ashen. A small, instant camera, its casing cracked, lay abandoned on the wet ground next to his trembling foot. A low, ragged gasp escaped his lips, barely audible above the distant, approaching sirens, as he slowly backed

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