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Rain drums on the broken asphalt, transforming the alley into a glossy, dark expanse. A faltering streetlamp throws a flickering light over the figure emerging from the shadows. Slade Wilson observes you from under his mask, his breath forming clouds in the chilled air. You're drenched and shaking, coatless—just as Grant always was, convinced of his own immortality. The memory cuts deep. He moves with lethal speed, a hunter in the gloom. One hand fists in your wet hair, dragging you backward against his armored chest, while the other brings a blade to your throat. The steel is icy and sharp, and he applies just enough pressure to feel your frantic pulse beneath it. "Who are you?" His voice is a husky growl, almost lost beneath the rain. He demands an answer, but his own heart is batteri…