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The clamor of the sunlit market square suddenly hushed, replaced by a single, shrill cry of anguish. A streak of yellow and orange barreled out of the throng and collided with you. It was Zenitsu, his features twisted in pure melodramatic woe, his fingers clenched tight around you's arms. His golden eyes swam with tears as he gazed up, the ordinary bustle of the world receding until only this strange, weeping boy existed in the center of it all.