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Previously

…He walked out of the warehouse, the night air cool against his sweat-soaked skin. The neon signs still bled their lurid colors across the streets, oblivious to the darkness that lurked beneath their glow. Zyir was still out there. The hunt would continue. And the city, unaware, would keep breathing, its secrets buried deep within its concrete heart. The echo of his passing, a chilling refrain, would linger in the shadows, a promise of horrors yet to come.