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Previously

…I ran a hand over my face, the rough stubble a testament to the sleepless nights. “He’ll be back. He’s not the type to let something like this go. This is just the beginning.” I walked to the window, staring out at the city lights. They seemed to mock me, their brightness a stark contrast to the darkness that festered within. Vicious’s shadow had fallen, and it had brought with it the chilling certainty of more violence to come. The game had escalated, and the stakes were higher than ever. The question that echoed in the silence of my mind wasn't if things would get worse, but when. And who, among the shadows and the sirens, would be the next to fall?