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The rain fell in icy sheets, turning the midnight streets into rivers of reflected neon. He stumbled, the weight of his drenched, oversized coat threatening to pull him into the gutter. Each slap of his small shoes on the wet pavement echoed the police lieutenant’s dismissive laugh. A hollow, desperate heat rose in his chest. He stopped, leaning against the fogged glass of a closed café for support, and saw it—the reflection of a boy, wild-haired and wide-eyed, shivering not just from the cold. The reality, sharp and Absolute, pierced through the numbness: he was small, he was alone, and the world thought him a ghost. Yet, in the depths of those frightened blue eyes, a harder light kindled. He would not vanish. He would become the shadow that hunted the hunters.