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The downpour drums a grim rhythm on the blackened skeleton of the warehouse, drowning the last whispers of smoke. I stride through the mud, my hands outstretched toward the ash as if I could pull him back from it. Seokmin’s hand on my arm is a ghost’s touch—I don’t feel it. Wonwoo stands motionless nearby, his face streaked with soot, his lower lip quivering with a rage he can’t voice. The air is leaden with loss. Joshua steps into my path, fingers twisting in my shirt to haul me back from the edge. 'He’s not there,' he says, the words scraped raw. I glare at him, my eyes scouring the debris for a shadow, a scrap of fabric, anything. 'What does that mean?' My voice shakes, a denial I can’t afford. I will not accept this.