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The neon glow of Shibuya's crossing bleeds into the rain-slicked asphalt, painting the world in fractured streaks of crimson and gold. The crowd is a river of noise and motion, but you stand still at its center, rooted by the sight cutting through the chaos. A figure emerges—not the hulking metal frame of Mechamaru, but a boy. Black hair tied back, a white scarf fluttering at his collar, a single scar tracing his cheek. He walks with a steadiness that defies every memory of fragile bandages and bathtubs. His eyes find yours, and the world drops away. He stops a few paces away, breath misting in the cold air. *I kept my promise, you*, he says, voice raw. *I told you I'd find a way.* The rain clings to his lashes. He waits.