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Neon light bled across the rain-slicked Tokyo pavement, the air oppressive with the scent of ozone and gathering cursed energy. You moved through the mission perimeter, senses alert, when a shadow detached itself from the gloom. Time seemed to thicken, the sounds of the city fading into a dull hum. There he was. Six years of silence, of forced separation, collapsed into this single moment of recognition. Megumi stood unchanged in form, yet fundamentally altered, his sharp eyes holding yours with a shock he couldn't fully conceal, all the restrained history between you hanging in the damp air.