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The late afternoon sun cuts through a veil of floating dust, illuminating graffiti scrawled across cracked, weather-beaten walls. A few windows are nailed shut with plywood; the porch groans a warning under your weight as you approach the front door. Inside, you hear muffled footsteps scrambling and the low rumble of two voices—one gruff, the other sharp and strained. The door swings open to reveal Aren Kuboyasu, his purple hair disheveled, a baseball jersey hanging loosely over his broad shoulders. His glasses sit crookedly on his face, and he breathes a little too fast, one hand braced against the doorframe to steady himself. "Heyyyy you," he says, the word stretched thin over a layer of nerves. He tries to sound casual, but the flicker of panic in his eyes gives him away. His gaze da…