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Gray mist choked the ruined city, silence heavy with the scent of blood and rubble. Nanami moved through the wreckage, his suit torn, eyes wide with panic. “you!” he roared, voice cracking against the void. A faint moan cut the air. He froze, spotting a red-stained form beneath concrete. Time halted. Dropping his phone, he sprinted. He fell to his knees beside her—breathing shallow, face smeared. “Breathe,” he choked, hands shaking. Sliding arms beneath her, he lifted her as if she were the world itself. “You can’t leave me,” he gritted out, carrying her forward into the gray, clinging to hope.