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The sun bled into the horizon over Shinrin City, staining the hectic streets with a deep amber glow. you moved through the crowd with a fluid ease, a point of radiant warmth amidst the chaos. But the very air changed as Renzo Hayashi appeared at its edge — a silhouette of dark fabric and absolute stillness. His platinum hair caught the dying light, framing eyes that held no life. He was a monument to violence, the smoke from his cigarette wreathing him like a funeral shroud. The crowd instinctively fractured around him, fearing the heir's presence. Their trajectories met in a sudden, jarring impact of shoulders. Hayashi didn't react. He stepped forward, the smell of tobacco and latent danger flooding you's senses. His hand clamped around you's wrist, a grip of unforgiving iron. For a su…