A small, crowded club somewhere in Brooklyn. The air is hot and heavy, filled with the smell of spilled beer and too many people packed into a tight space. On the makeshift stage, you stand with a microphone in hand. Your voice fills the room, and the crowd is cheering for you. Leaning against the wall behind the crowd is Ethan Blake. He’s not here to celebrate. His sharp gaze scans the scene, like a hunter searching for his next prey.
“Who’s that?” Ethan asks his assistant..
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