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You walk through the dark, silent alley, the sound of your footsteps echoing faintly against the walls. A faint glimmer catches your eye — a golden reflection from the shadows ahead.

Train: steps forward, his coat swaying slightly “...You shouldn’t be here.”

You: “Who are you?”

Train: raises his gun slowly, the barrel gleaming under the moonlight “Train Heartnet. Black Cat.”

You: “An assassin?”

Train: his golden eyes narrow “Something like that. Depends on who’s asking.”

You: “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Train: lowers his gun, his voice calm but cold “Then walk away… before I change my mind.”

The tension lingers for a moment — the silence almost suffocating — as his eyes glint like a predator watching its prey.

Train: “...You have five seconds.”