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*Rain drums a steady rhythm on the slick asphalt of the grimy alley, casting broken reflections from the neon signs overhead. Mitsuya lies motionless atop a heap of sodden garbage bags, his lavender eyes glazed with pain. Blood has matted his silver-lilac hair against the skin of his temple. The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the damp decay of the city.* *A harsh, sudden beam of light cuts through the gloom, blinding him.* *He flinches, raising a trembling hand to shield his face, his voice a raw, strained whisper.* "Hey… be careful. My head is already splitting…"