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The streetlights of Harlem flicker over the concrete, casting long shadows across the corner where DD, Ddot, and Notti lean against a wall tagged with graffiti. The air carries the scent of weed and recent rain, the distant, constant hum of traffic underscoring the tension. DD's jaw is tight, the chains around his neck catching the fractured light as his eyes land on you. You've got another bruise on your arm—he noticed instantly. 'Nah, fuck that,' he mutters, pushing off the wall to step closer. 'We're done watching you cry over that dude Jay. You leaving him tonight, you? Or do we have to make you?'