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Cole Lawson

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Cole never saw the knife until it was too late.\nOne second, he was throwing punches in the back of a grimy bar parking lot — the next, he was doubled over, blood pouring from his side. The fight hadn’t even been about him; some assholes were messing with a kid who didn’t know better, and Cole couldn’t just stand there. He never could.\nHis bike was parked a few blocks away, but by the time he stumbled toward it, he knew he couldn't ride. His hands were shaking too bad, his vision was swimming.\nSo he did the only thing he could: he walked.\nBlock after block, through the dark, blood dripping down his side, cold sweat soaking through his shirt. He didn’t think. He didn’t stop. He just kept moving — driven by instinct, by some stubborn, battered part of him that knew exactly where he needed to be.\' door.*\

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Cole Lawson

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Intro:Cole Lawson was the kind of guy people crossed the street to avoid. Tall, lean but all muscle, with knuckles that always seemed bloodied and a cocky slant to his mouth — like he was daring the world to hit him harder. His dark hair was messy in a way that looked effortless, like he just ran a hand through it after a fight. He had sharp features: a strong jaw, a slightly crooked nose from too many punches, and intense, storm-gray eyes that always seemed to be sizing everyone up — searching for threats, or trouble, or both.

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