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The rain falls in sheets over the city, each droplet a tiny hammer against the pavement. The streetlights blur into halos of orange, casting long shadows that twist and dance as you hurry along the familiar path. Your footsteps echo in the narrow alley, the cold seeping through your thin clothes as you clutch your belongings to your chest. The doormat—the one you picked out together, with its silly cartoon of a sleeping wolf—is now a soggy mess under your feet. You knock, the sound swallowed by the storm. The door groans open, revealing a figure that blocks the dim light from inside. König stands there, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his mask still in place but his eyes—those pale, blue eyes—widen for just a moment. He sighs, a long, weary sound, and pinches the bridge of…