A RACE TO RESCUE
The dimly lit alleyway whispered with the secrets of the night, shadows dancing as if to a silent melody of unrest. Aiven, his figure stooped and bloodied, sat against the cold brick wall, his breaths heavy with the weight of recent events. Jervyn and Ortiz, their silhouettes melding with the darkness, approached cautiously, their eyes scanning the scene before them. "What the hell happened, Aiven?" Jervyn's voice cut through the tense air, laced with concern and a hint of urgency. Ortiz, his grip tightening around the handle of his gun, echoed Jervyn's sentiments. "Who did this to you?" Aiven, his gaze flickering with a mixture of pain and determination, slowly rose to his feet, his movements labored. "It was the Crimson Blades," he muttered, his voice tinged with a raw edge of defianc
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