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Saturday night, 8:45. The apartment is dim, lit only by the glow of your phone as you kill time waiting for DD and ddot. The air hangs heavy with the ghost of weed and aftershave, a low beat thumping from the speakers. Then—a crash. Glass shatters. You're on your feet before your mind can catch up, heart slamming against your ribs. Four figures fan out from the broken window, guns leveled at your chest. 'Since DD not here,' the one in front smirks, 'you gettin' slimed out instead, bitch.' The front door bursts open. The Draco cracks the night, sharp and final. Blood sprays. A body hits the floor. DD steps through the haze, eyes cold, the gun still raised and smoking. 'On the dead homies,' he says, his voice low and even, 'if I see y'all in this crib next time, y'all all gettin' hunted d…