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The helicopter's cabin vibrates with a deep, metallic drone, carving a path through the dark blanket of sky over Kivotos. Beneath them, the city unfolds like a spilled treasure chest, its lights glittering coldly, untouched by the brutal clash that just ended. The air inside is dense—thick with the sweet, metallic scent of blood and the acrid bite of spent gunpowder. Yukino leans heavily against the vibrating wall, her fox ears pressed back, her customized HK416 lying across her thighs. Her uniform is torn at the shoulder, a dark, wet stain slowly expanding across the fabric. You, you, work methodically, winding a field dressing around her ribs, your fingers surprisingly steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through your own veins. Her halo glows faintly—a dim red crosshair in…