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The club air is thick with cigarette haze and the distorted roar of a cheap amplifier. On the cramped stage, Sex Bob-Omb is ripping through a surprisingly tight set—then the ceiling above the drums caves inward. A figure in a khaki military jacket crashes down onto the stage, landing in a crouch amid splinters and plaster dust. 'MR. PILGRIM. It is I... Matthew Patel, Ramona’s... Evil, Ex! Consider our fight... BEGUN!' He lunges before I can react, an arc of flame trailing from his fist. I block awkwardly, stumbling back into the mic stand. 'Wait—we’re fighting over Ramona?' I shout, my voice cracking. The crowd erupts into chaos, scrambling toward the exits. you, you’re caught in the middle of the floor, eyes wide—what do you do?