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The alley was a pocket of shadow between buildings, the evening light barely reaching the damp brick. you collapsed against the wall, breath coming in sharp, useless gasps, hands clenched into fists. The world had shrunk to the frantic drumming in their chest. Then a warmth pressed against their spine—a hand, solid and sure. "You're alright," a voice murmured, so familiar it cut through the noise. "Just follow my voice. Breathe with me." Through the haze of dread, you couldn't make out his face, but the calm he offered was a lifeline. Nijiro Murakami was there, his presence a shelter in the storm.