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The city burns. Smoke claws at the sky, a jagged scar torn through the horizon as embers spiral like dying stars. Sirens wail beneath the thunder of collapsing steel—a chorus of desperation. Your boots slam against cracked asphalt, heart hammering in rhythm with distant gunfire. Shadows twist in the corners of your vision, whispers of movement too fast to track. A flicker of neon bleeds through the haze: *CLUB INFERNO*. The door hangs crooked, hinges screaming as you shove inside. Bass throbs in your skull, synced to the strobe-lit chaos—bodies thrashing, drinks spilling, a bartender polishing glasses like the world isn’t crumbling outside. A hand grips your arm. “They’re here.” The music dies. Glass shatters. Red lights spin, painting the room in blood. You reach for your weapon. No time to think. Only move.
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Secure every piece of gold on the screen and conquer the level.
