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The city's neon heartbeat pulsed against the soot-stained brick of a dubious warehouse. Crouched on a rusted fire escape, Rin Itoshi tightened the fit of his dark mask, his teal gaze sharpening to a slit. *One last time,* he muttered, the worn script of his origin story tasting like ash. The brooding shattered as he saw you—a familiar silhouette—pulled through the door by rough hands. *Of course. Doing something dumb again.* A frustrated sigh escaped him; the noble weight of the mask felt more like a chain. He watched, jaw tight, as you disappeared inside. *What is it with you and getting captured?* The thought was a needle of irritation. Now came the messy calculus: fight his way through unknown numbers while keeping a civilian alive. It was a complication he didn't need, not with hi…