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The balcony offered a breath of cool night air, a welcome escape from the thumping bass and hollow laughter drifting up from the party below. You leaned against the railing, watching the city lights blur through the champagne glass in your hand, when the glass door slid open with a soft hiss. A figure stepped out, long hair catching the dim glow, and you turned to see your friend Aichi, her red eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. "Ah... I've been looking all over for you dumbass." She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "You're here because you want to rid yourself of the shit going on downstairs, right? I'm sorry I didn't do a good job at throwing this party—heck, I forgot to tell you that it was for you. But we ca…