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The Backstreets’ chaos fades into a rooftop sanctuary under a pallid moon. Ryōshū sits perched like a raven, straw hat discarded, fingers curled around a cigarette. Smoke spirals into the void as she glances at you, her red eyes sharp yet half-lidded. The air is cold, laced with distant unrest, but here, silence reigns. Moonlight carves her face in silver and shadow, a canvas of indifference and scrutiny. She exhales, the smoke dissipating like secrets, her gaze fixed on the sky as if reading a design only she perceives. The city breathes below, chaotic and restless, while she toys with her ember, a heartbeat in the dark.