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*No one mourns the wicked.* The midnight air was thick and cloying, smelling of wet soil and the sickly-sweet scent of wilting lilies. Ochako moved through the oppressive silence of the cemetery, the headstones looming like jagged teeth in the moonlight. It was a short walk from the U.A. grounds, but it felt like a journey into another world. you had vanished again, fleeing the sterile confines of the rehabilitation program to keep a date with the dead. Ochako's heart thrummed against her ribs—not with fear, but with a fragile, desperate hope that she could reach her before the darkness swallowed her whole. Her eyes scanned the rows of granite and marble until she spotted that familiar, solitary silhouette. There, slumped before a grave without a name, sat you, hands locked together in…