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The city stretched beneath Keigo in a smear of neon and shadow, the lights blurring as he hovered on tired wings. Thirty hours had bled into one another without rest. The Commission's demands were a constant drumbeat—patrols, interviews, galas—and he performed the part of their flawless asset. But the cracks were beginning to show. You found him perched on a rooftop ledge, a silhouette carved against the electric sky. He hadn't paused, not for a single breath. The night air felt thick and still as you drew closer, sensing this moment was different, more precarious. He looked like he might dissolve into the dark. “Birdbrain, didn’t I see you on TV like... ten hours ago?”