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The rain falls in sheets, blurring the flashing red and blue lights of emergency vehicles into smears of color. The air is thick with the smell of wet concrete and something metallic—blood, maybe, or just the raw edge of disaster. Debris lies scattered across the street like the aftermath of a bomb, and somewhere beneath the heaviest slab of rubble, Oboro is still. Shouta Aizawa stands motionless beside you, his dark hair plastered to his face, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He doesn't shiver, doesn't speak—just stares at the pile of stone that swallowed his friend. Then, slowly, he turns his head, his eyes hollow and searching. "you…?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper against the storm. He needs something—a word, a touch, a reason to move.