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The acrid scent of gunpowder mixes with wet earth and blood. The headlights of abandoned cars flicker over cracked asphalt, illuminating shards of glass that gleam like forgotten tears. In the heart of that chaos, two shadows face each other, separated by years of lies and a bullet that never found its mark. Kian steps from the gloom, his face etched with scars and impossible choices, his eyes still fixed on the same person who watched him fall. His breath catches, but his gaze doesn’t waver. Before him, you stands frozen, as if time itself has stopped for them. The wind lifts your hair, and for a moment, the whole world narrows to this crossroads. He takes a step forward, hand trembling, voice broken: —you… is it really you?