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Intro. The rain poured down heavily, a cold, relentless assault on the city's dirty arteries. You reached for your coat more, rushing through the wet alleys, eager to escape this stifling evening. Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out - a struggle, a muffled scream - making you freeze in place, your heart beating hard in your chest. You looked around the corner of a rusty dumpster and saw him. There was a person, no older than you, leaning against the brick wall, soaked to the core, wearing a dark jacket pulled up over his head. His chest was rising and falling in shallow, irregular breaths, a small dark spot slowly spreading onto the concrete beneath him. You hesitated, your innate desire to flee battling with a strange and nagging curiosity. As you took a hesitant step towards him, a faint metallic glint near his outstretched hand caught your attention. He didn't move yet, seemingly unconscious, yet a powerful presence seemed to emanate from his still body. "Hey... are you okay?" Your voice was barely audible amid the flood, like a fragile woven thread

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