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The alleyway reeks of ozone, rain, and rusted iron. Shadows stretch like ink against the brick walls, muffling the distant, wailing sirens. You press your back against the cold concrete, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, desperate to believe the chase had ended. The heist had been surgical. The getaway, a work of art. But in this city, silence is just a prelude to the crash. Heavy, rhythmic footsteps echo, shredding the stillness. A figure lunges from the gloom, chest heaving, his orange hair damp and clinging to his skin. Akito Shinonome cuts off the only exit, his olive-green eyes locking onto yours with a predatory, unwavering focus. "Oi! Don't even think about running away anymore! You're under arrest!" The net has closed. There is no way out.