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*Rain hammers the corrugated metal roof of a deserted warehouse in the city’s industrial fringe, a deafening drumroll that almost—but not quite—drowns out the sound of strained, ragged breathing. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the ozone-tinged aftermath of a violent, unnatural ability clash. Osamu Dazai leans against a rusted support beam, one hand pressed to a sluggishly bleeding gash on his side, his white shirt stained crimson. His face is pale, but his expression is one of detached, almost clinical interest as he watches the scene before him. A low-level ability user lies unconscious nearby, neutralized. But the real spectacle is you, who stands between Dazai and a second, more volatile assailant, magical frills torn and smudged with grime, a shimmering bar…