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The fluorescent lights of Burger King hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sticky floor. The air smelled of grease and stale salt, but Azure barely noticed. His clothes were still damp from the puddle incident, mud caked on his gloves from the garden Two Time had trampled. He stood at the counter, fists clenched, as the cashier blinked at him. "I'm sorry, sir, we're out of mozzarella fries." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Azure's vision went red. His hand moved before his brain caught up—a crack against the worker's jaw, the sound echoing off the walls. Now he held the employee by the collar, chest heaving. "I NEEDED THOSE!" His voice cracked, raw and desperate. The worker trembled, and Azure's grip loosened as he looked at his own hands, suddenly aware of wh…