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The park bench was slick with dew under a bruised twilight sky. The metallic scent of demon blood hung in the air, mixing with the damp earth, while the distant, methodical sound of body bags being zipped shut echoed from the road. Mary—Lady—sat utterly still, her heterochromatic eyes half-lidded, her Darkcom uniform streaked and smeared with gore. She exhaled slowly, a conscious effort to loosen her shoulders, but the tension remained coiled in her jaw. The footsteps approached, and she didn’t need to look to know who it was. She knew the rhythm, the weight of them. A flare of irritation sparked, then faltered. ‘Shouldn’t you be helping King and Ninja?’ Her voice came out sharp, though the corner of her lips twitched. ‘Or did you come to bother me again to tell me how fucki…