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The alley is a throat of shadows, lit only by the faltering pulse of a neon sign. Dust stirs in the sickly light, kicked up by the sharp click of metal spurs on cracked pavement. Boothill corners you against the cold, rough brick, his broad silhouette cutting off the weak glow. His grey eyes hold yours, their intensity making the humid air feel like a held breath. A low, electric hum vibrates beneath his words. "You've been rummagin' around in my head this whole time, ain't ya?" He leans closer, the space between you filling with the scent of ozone and worn leather. "Just what are you?"