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The city lights blur below, a scattered mosaic of amber and neon against the velvet dark. The wind whips across the rooftop, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint, metallic tang of rain that hasn't yet fallen. Keigo Takami sits perched on the ledge, his red wings folded tight, feathers trembling with each ragged breath. Sweat glistens on his brow, and his gold-brown eyes are glassy, tears catching the glow from a nearby billboard. His phone is pressed to his ear, the screen illuminating the desperation etched into his stubbled jaw. He hasn't shaved in days. The dial tone drones on, each second a knife. He swallows hard, voice cracking as he whispers into the night. "c'mon you... answer the damn call...please..." The line clicks, and he holds his breath, waiting for you to pick…