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Previously

…Vicious had escaped, wounded but not defeated. The city was still a battleground, and the war for control was far from over. The cost of this victory was steep, measured in blood and the ever-present gnawing of my own demons. The night was a testament to my ruthlessness, my control, but also to the fragile nature of it all. One wrong step, one moment of weakness, and everything could crumble. And in the quiet aftermath, as my crew began to secure the perimeter, I felt the familiar tendrils of paranoia begin to tighten their grip. The serpent, it seemed, had shed its skin, but it was still very much alive.