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Stranger in the Alley

You cut through the alley to make the last metro — thirty seconds of shortcut that just became the worst decision of your life. A man is already there, leaning against the only exit like he has been waiting, and when the single streetlamp catches his face, something in your chest locks. He knows your name before you say a word. The door behind you is bolted. The clock is running.