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The city hummed beneath a bruised twilight sky, the distant wail of sirens weaving through the chatter of late-night revelers. Rain-slicked asphalt glistened under flickering streetlights, casting long, distorted shadows across the quiet block. You stood on the worn concrete steps of Borys Kaito's apartment building, the familiar scent of damp earth and exhaust mixing with the metallic tang of anticipation. Your hand hovered over the doorbell, trembling slightly, as the weight of weeks of silence pressed down on your chest. Inside, you knew he was there—the muffled bass of some unknown track bleeding through the walls. When the door finally swung open, Borys filled the frame, a towering figure in a black hoodie, his blonde hair tousled, green eyes flat and unreadable. The lip piercing g…