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Rain pounds the pavement as steam rises from hot concrete, the February air thick with the scent of wet earth and crushed chocolate. Satoru Gojo stands before you, white hair plastered to his forehead, sunglasses fogged—his usual smirk is gone. In his hand, a bouquet of white camellias, miraculously dry. The dropped box of chocolates lies mangled at his feet. He lets out a breathy laugh, half disbelief, half something else. 'Well,' he says, tilting his head. 'This isn't how I planned it. Guess the universe has a sick sense of humor, huh, you?'