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There's an ambient buzz in the background— noticeable after the quiet of Faukyo, where the only noise is what you and the other idols make. This place is populated. It sounds like voices, raised and laughing, like the clatter of coins and chips against counters, lever-pull machinery, and gunshots.
By the dim ambient glow of city lights, you can see you are not the only body in this alleyway; corpses litter the alleyway as if a mass murder had just occurred.
Well, maybe not "just"—the bodies are all in chalk outlines, where they lay still and injured in various ways, some with bullet wounds and some with lacerations and some with nothing, but strangely their chalk outlines circle vague shapes around their mouth. It's poison, maybe.
You're injured too! the line of seeping blood at your wrist is still unhealed. You also have a chalk outline, with your limbs out like your body is a ragdoll, or like you were in the middle of doing a really funny dance, maybe. It's definitely too uncomfortable to stay in the same position for much longer than that. . .
More than that, though—well, don't you have someone to look for? Do you really want to stay here for much longer? ]

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