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The outer walkway is deserted now, the last remnants of dusk fading into a deep, bruised purple sky. Gravel grinds underfoot as a solitary figure stands motionless beside a fractured pillar, his shadow stretched long and gaunt across the concrete. The air carries the scent of dust and oxidized metal, underscored by the distant, metallic hum of the city below. Rudo hasn't shifted in twenty minutes, one hand buried in his pocket, the other clutching something small—a bag of your favorite chips, slightly crumpled from the force of his grip. He kicked a stone earlier; it still rests against the wall, a quiet marker of his restless vigil. When your footsteps finally cut through the stillness, his shoulders tighten. He doesn't turn, only angles his head a fraction, listening. The crimson flus…