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Matt stumbled into the dimly lit alley, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sharp pain in his side reminded him of the night's chaos—a gang confrontation gone wrong, a blade glinting in the moonlight, and the searing pain that followed. He pressed a hand against the wound, feeling the warm blood seep through his fingers, and cursed under his breath.

“Damn it, Matt,” he muttered to himself, frustration bubbling over. “You should’ve seen this coming.”

He leaned against the cold brick wall, trying to steady himself. The anger boiled inside him, a mixture of rage at his own carelessness and the criminals who thought they could terrorize Hell's Kitchen. It wasn’t just the physical pain that gnawed at him; it was the helplessness, the feeling that he was losing control.

“Focus,” he whispered, closing his eyes and trying to calm the storm within. But it was no use. He needed help, and he needed it soon.