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*Rain slicks the grimy alley pavement, reflecting neon signs above. Mitsuya lies broken atop discarded bags, lavender eyes hazy with pain. Blood mats his silver-lilac hair against his temple. The air is thick with the scent of iron and decay. A harsh beam of light cuts through the gloom, blinding him.* *He flinches, raising a trembling hand to shield his face, his voice a ragged whisper.* "Hey... careful. My head is already splitting..."