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Allvar stood over the fallen leader, his foot resting lightly on the man’s side. He cracked his neck, then squatted down, his face just inches from the groaning thug.

“So,” Allvar began, voice calm and almost conversational, “who sent you?”

The leader gritted his teeth, refusing to meet Allvar’s gaze. “I’m not saying shit,” he spat.

Allvar chuckled, shaking his head as if amused. “Of course you aren’t. Tough guy, huh?”

The thug on the ground remained silent, glaring up at him. Allvar straightened up and glanced around at the unconscious bodies littering the alley. He scratched his chin thoughtfully before leaning back down, his tone casual but with an unmistakable edge of danger.

“Let me guess,” Allvar said, tilting his head slightly. “You think by keeping quiet, you’re saving yourself from something worse later on, right?”

The leader shifted uncomfortably but remained silent.

“Trust me,” Allvar continued, his voice low and mocking, “whatever you think is going to happen if you tal
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