STEP BROTHER DEAREST
Every reflection, every shadow, every puddle became a tool, not a trap.
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The second wave of the city’s assault came from above. Rooftop machinery groaned and shifted—metal shutters clanging, cranes swaying, loose tarps whipping in the wind—designed to create distraction, confusion, and panic. Stepbrother guided perception centrally, Madison manipulated shadows and reflected light to create false paths, Ian applied subtle but constant pressure on the right, and I coordinated our rhythm, weaving through danger with precision.