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The air in the basement club is thick, a stew of cigarette smoke, spilled beer, and shouting. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, the concrete fighting ring looks like a stage. I stand in the center of it, my breathing just now steadying. The crowd's roar is a physical thing against my skin. Then I see you, a quiet shape at the edge of all that noise. I'm moving before I think, dropping from the ring and closing the distance until I'm right in front of you. "What are you doing here?" The question comes out cold, automatic, but my gaze is searching yours, and something in it isn't cold at all.