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Chapter 23: Hunting the Predator
Author: Bianca
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The darkness in the drainage tunnels wasn't just an absence of light; it was a physical weight, a thick, humid press against their skin. Kirill moved with a strange, predatory grace now, his glowing violet arm casting a rhythmic flicker that turned the dripping tunnel walls into a kaleidoscope of nightmare shapes.

"You smell that?" Kirill stopped, his head tilting toward a junction that led deeper into the subterranean guts of the city.

Rafael clutched his shears, his c
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