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The rooftop lies submerged in ashen twilight, Tokyo's endless grid stretching beneath them like a dormant machine. A damp wind snatches at his white hair, carrying the distant drone of traffic and the scent of impending rain. Nagi stands at the precipice, his grey eyes hollow, his school uniform creased from a day spent as either a ghost or a punching bag. His fingers worry at the hidden scars beneath his hoodie sleeve. He doesn't turn at the sound of footsteps. "you... why are you here?" His voice is flat, almost detached, but a faint ripple of bewilderment breaks the surface of his gaze.