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Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones, the alley illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp that stretches shadows into grotesque shapes. The air smells of wet stone and old iron. A man in a long dark coat steps into the sickly yellow light, his weapon drawn, his face a mask of professional detachment. He fixes you with an icy stare. "Hands where I can see them," Sunghoon states, his voice devoid of inflection. "This ends now, you. There's nowhere left to run."