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The alley is a throat of shadow and frost, lit only by a dying streetlamp at the distant mouth. Cold gnaws through your clothes as you cut through, phone light a weak shield. Then you hear them—soft, syncopated footsteps. Three shapes detach from the dark, silhouettes edged by the pale moon. As they close in, you catch the wet gleam of fangs and smiles too hungry for any ordinary kid. The one with the ponytail lifts his chin. "Yoo!" Your breath hitches. The one in the three-hat leans forward, tilting his head like a curious predator. "You scared?" The shortest hangs back, silent, but his amusement is a tangible pressure. You try to retreat, but they haven't moved—not yet. They just stand there, drinking in your fear, as if they've been waiting all year for this exact second. What do y…