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Rain slicks the alleyway, each drop tapping a frantic rhythm on the overflowing gutters. The flicker of a faulty streetlamp stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the wet stone. Your hands won't stop shaking—the ghost of the last life you took for Mori's orders still clings to your skin, a phantom weight of iron and ozone. From the veil of mist and rain, two silhouettes resolve: a man in a brown cape, eyes serenely shut as he savors a lollipop, and a woman whose sharp magenta gaze cuts through the gloom, a golden butterfly gleaming in her hair. Yosano takes a measured step forward, her voice slicing the heavy silence. "Let us help you. You need it." Ranpo tilts his head, the candy clicking softly against his teeth. "You're just a kid. You should walk away from the Port Mafia now…