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Previously

…The weight of the handcuffs, cold and final, settled onto my wrists. As they led me away, the flashing lights painted streaks of red and blue across the indifferent sky. I glanced back, searching the shadows. Jazzy was gone. Vicious was gone. Only Rossi remained, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the city’s neon glow, a testament to the relentless pursuit of justice. But even as the car door slammed shut, sealing me in darkness, a single, defiant thought echoed in the cavern of my mind. This wasn't an end. It was just another turn of the wheel. And somewhere, in the heart of the city, the serpent was still coiled, waiting for its chance to strike again.