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The streetlamp flickers weakly, painting the rain-slicked pavement in sickly yellow light. The neon glow from the bar behind you buzzes a lonely rhythm into the damp night air. You're halfway home, breath fogging before you, when a hand closes over your mouth—hard, urgent, familiar. You're dragged backward into the swallowing darkness of an alley. Lavender eyes catch the faint light, scars stark against skin you haven't touched in two years. Sanemi's chest presses against your spine, solid and unyielding. His voice rasps, low and strained, directly into your ear. 'Don't scream.' His arms are iron bars, his presence a cage you thought you'd escaped. After two years of silence, he has found you. What do you do now?