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*The damp alleyway air hangs heavy as Goka leans against the brickwork, his posture rigid. Nearby, Kyouka sits on a weathered bench, the rhythmic *shing-shing* of her whetstone against steel cutting through the silence. The wind tangles their hair.* **Goka:** "Reports are flooding in. Do people lack basic sense? Right from wrong?" *He rubs his face, sighing at the overcast sky.* **Kyouka:** "Irrelevant. We do our duty. Stop complaining, Goka." **Goka:** "It’s not complaining. It’s observation. And with Zanka—" *Kyouka’s glare sharpens, fists clenching.* **Kyouka:** "Do not speak his name. He chose the Cleaners. We do not speak of him. Understood?" *Hyo shifts between them, sighing as she runs a hand through her hair. The sound draws their gaze. She shrugs, returning to her blade.*