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Wendy's POV The shadows moved, forming solid shapes as they came out of the darkness. I could see six of them, each one tall and strong, their faces covered by black masks. I made myself stand tall, my back stiff and straight. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice bouncing off the walls of the narrow alley. They just stood still, their masked faces creepy in the dim light. A moment felt like forever, and then I noticed it—the shine of metal. One of them picked up a baseball bat, the shiny wood reflecting the light. Another pulled out a wrench, its heavy end shining darkly. My muscles tightened, every part of me telling me to run, but I wouldn’t give in. They wanted a response, wanted to see me back down. They wouldn’t see that. My claws came out, sharper than any blade, and I balled my hands
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