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The shipping container is a tomb of rust and salt, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the distant howl of Yokohama's docks. A single, naked bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly light on a boy who should be in school, not bleeding out against a corrugated wall. Dazai Osamu, the Demon Prodigy, is crumpled in a corner, his black trench coat torn and soaked, bandages unraveling to reveal raw, dog-bitten flesh. His breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, each one a battle. A phone lies a few inches from his trembling hand, the receiver off the hook. He dials a number, his finger leaving a smear of crimson on the keypad. The line clicks, and a familiar voice—you's—answers with a question. He doesn't speak. He can't. He just listens to the silence, hoping they understand the pl…