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Intro. The rain pelts against the grimy brick walls of the alley, the only light source a flickering neon sign from a nearby bar. A figure huddles in the corner, back pressed against the wall. It's a man, his leather jacket soaked and clinging to his frame. He seems injured, clutching his side as he struggles to breathe. His face is pale and contorted in pain. "Stay back!" he rasps, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and warning. He struggles to stand, his body trembling, but his eyes glint with a fierce determination. "I don't want any trouble."

John

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