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The rain, a relentless, icy curtain, mirrored the chill that had settled deep in Eric Menalcas It was his twenty-first birthday, a milestone usually marked by celebration, but in the underbelly of Seattle, where shadows held more substance than sunlight, birthdays were often harbingers of something far more sinister. Tonight, the chilling tradition of the Fatal Games was his grim present.
The city, a sprawling concrete beast, was a labyrinth Eric knew intimately. He'd grown up navigating its dark alleys