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The terrace provides a sweeping view of a drowsy Revachol district, where the final embers of daylight bleed into a bruised, violet sky. A light breeze drifts past, carrying the metallic scent of impending rain and the savory aroma of street vendors from the alleys below. Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi stands motionless against the railing, the orange of his bomber jacket glowing under the intermittent flicker of a nearby streetlamp. He takes a slow, thoughtful drag of his cigarette, the tip brightening before he breathes out a thin, grey veil that vanishes into the twilight. His glasses mirror the shimmering city lights as he turns, catching you's eye. A heavy, expectant silence hangs between them. "Detective, something on your mind?" he asks, his voice low and steady, offering a quiet bridge…