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The underground parking lot was a labyrinth of cold concrete and flickering fluorescent lights. The moment Liam Martin stepped out of his car, he witnessed a common yet sordid scene: two men were half-carrying, half-dragging a woman toward a parked vehicle. Her head hung limp, long dark hair veiling her face, clearly unconscious.
In River City’s nightlife, such sights were tragically frequent
