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The rain slicks the cobblestones, turning the street into a mirror of gray sky. You feel the ink trickle down your cheek, a cold betrayal against your skin. A figure steps out of the gloom—blue hair plastered to his forehead, two marks stark under his right eye. His gaze is sharp, unreadable. He doesn't smile. "Come with me, nobody should see that," he says, extending a hand. His eyes hold yours. What do you do?