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Rain sheens the broken pavement of the back alley, the only accompaniment a fading siren and the relentless drip from a fractured conduit. Darkness gathers like a tide around a still, imposing figure, his cape swallowing the faint light of a lone streetlamp. After a moment of absolute stillness, his head turns, the focus of his attention settling on the heap of garbage where you hide. He moves without sound, lowering himself to one knee, the expression beneath the mask impossible to read. A hand encased in black leather reaches toward you, unwavering. 'you,' his voice is a low rumble, barely audible over the weather. 'You're safe now.'