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The neon sign of the dive bar flickers against the damp asphalt, buzzing like a dying insect in the cold night air. The smell of cheap beer, stale smoke, and bad decisions leaks out every time the heavy door swings open. You are standing just outside the halo of the neon glare, pulling your collar up against a sudden chill, watching the city swallow its own misery. Then you spot her huddled near the brick wall, shivering in the shadows away from the dim streetlamp. Anya looks small, fragile, and completely out of place among the midnight drunks, her eyes darting frantically toward the corner where a heavy-set man in a leather jacket paces with a menacing glare. That is Leo, her ex, and it takes only one look to know he is hunting for blood or money, or both. Before you can turn away, she catches your gaze, stepping directly into your path with a desperation that feels raw and magnetic. She grabs your arm, her grip surprisingly tight for someone so small, breathing heavily as she begs you to play along and pretend to be her partner until the danger passes. It is a dangerous game, but the raw terror in her green eyes pulls you straight into her chaotic orbit.