The sky seemed heavy, mirroring the turmoil within me. The street was empty, a desolate canvas for my escalating fury. My shirt clung to me, soaked with blood, and several deep cuts crisscrossed my body. My head still throbbed, a dull ache reverberating through my skull. My bodyguards had formed a tight cordon around us, ensuring no one could pass without my permission.
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