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The alley was a gash in the city's flesh—cracked pavement, a lone streetlight buzzing like a dying insect, the stench of rot and damp concrete hanging in the chill. The cold wasn't just autumn; it was something older, a presence that seeped into your bones as you turned the corner, plastic grocery bags whispering in your grip. And then you saw them. The Saja Boys, but not as the screens ever showed them. The flickering light carved shadows across Jinu's face as he crouched beside a motionless shape on the ground—a body, limp and wrong. A faint, wet crack, and a luminous orb drifted up from the chest, settling into his open palm like a captured firefly. The victim slumped, empty. The others loitered with casual menace. Baby rolled his eyes, stifling a yawn. Abby flashed a sharp-toothed…