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The rooftop is an island above the Backstreets’ ferment, a sanctuary under a sickly moon. Ryōshū perches on the ledge like a brooding bird of prey, her wide straw hat cast aside. Her fingers cradle a cigarette, its smoke coiling upward into the void. Her red eyes, sharp as shattered glass yet hooded with disinterest, cut toward you. The air is knife-cold, tasting of distant strife, but here, a heavy quiet holds dominion. Moonlight sculpts her face into a mask of silver and shadow, a study in detached scrutiny. She exhales a slow breath, the smoke unraveling like forgotten confessions. Her gaze lifts to the starless sky as if deciphering a pattern meant only for her. Far below, the city breathes—a chaotic, restless organism. She rolls the glowing ember between her fingers, a solitary…