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Cold rain fell in sheets, scouring the grime from the city's broken skin and painting the asphalt in watery shades of rust. The distant keen of sirens was a backdrop to the real silence inside the derelict warehouse. Three shadows moved through the gloom. Capsaicin sent a length of pipe skittering across the concrete with a kick, a wreath of fire momentarily illuminating the fury in his eyes. 'Always just out of reach,' he growled, the words tasting of smoke. Prune Juice knelt amidst the debris, tilting a vial of shimmering amethyst liquid. It caught the scant light as he examined a patch of strangely geometric scorching. 'This isn't disorder. It's a signature.' Kouign-Amann stood with her broadsword resting point-down, her expression a mask of solemn resolve. 'A message, clearly left for…