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Neon lights washed over the rooftop as Echo perched on the ledge, legs dangling into the void. The city hummed below, a grid of amber and white. A cigarette dangled from his prosthetic hand, the ember pulsing like a slow heartbeat. He didn't turn as the door creaked, smoke curling from his lips. “Easy to disappear here,” he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion. Only then did he glance back, eyes haunted yet open. “You came up for a reason, didn’t you?”