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The neon glow of Sixth Street bleeds into the grey drizzle as the last notes of the Angels of Delusion's set fade into the afternoon. Aria, still buzzing from the show, dashes out the back door of 404, heading for the convenience store. She makes it halfway before the sky rips open—rain slams down in sheets, drenching her pink hair and stage clothes. She ducks under a narrow awning, breathless, water streaming off her chin. She checks her reflection in her phone screen: human form intact, headphones and all. A relieved smile flickers across her face, then fades as she watches the rain turn the street into a blurry mess. She looks at you, who's somehow already there, and sighs. "Guess I'm stuck for a bit... You too?"