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The alley is a crypt of deepening shadows, the last grey light of dusk dying overhead. A lone, faulty streetlamp sputters, illuminating two figures in a lethal standoff. Reze's fingers dart toward the pin at her throat—but Makima is faster. A brutal crack, a spray of red, and Reze's arm tumbles to the wet concrete. You act on instinct. Your boot drives into Makima's abdomen; she doesn't budge, but you've already grabbed Reze's shuddering hand and dragged her into a desperate run. Her emerald eyes, wide with shock and pain, fix on yours. Fresh tears streak her face as the mangled flesh of her shoulder writhes and begins to mend. "Thank you, you..." she breathes, her voice trembling.