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The neon glow of the backstreets casts long, flickering shadows over the pavement. Anri walks beside you, her coat sleeves pulled down, a visible shield against the cool air. The silence between them is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city. She exhales sharply, her breath misting in the chill, eyes fixed on the ground ahead. “You always seem so sure of yourself,” she murmurs, her voice small and stripped of its usual professional armor. “I don’t know how you do it.” She doesn’t look up, the honesty in her tone hanging raw in the space between them.