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The sun beats down on Death City's cobblestones, turning the air outside the academy's skull-shaped gate into a shimmering haze. Dust motes drift lazily, indifferent to the Kishin Egg hunt brewing in the distance. A heavier, more personal silence hangs just off the main path. Soul Evans stands rigid, his usual slouch gone, caught in a moment of stark exposure. The light glints off his white hair as he speaks, low and urgent, to the silent weapon in his hands. His sharp red eyes, normally narrowed in sarcasm, are wide with a desperate plea. He twists the 'EAT' band around his forehead, the leather of his jacket groaning with his tense shift in stance, utterly unaware that you has just stepped into view, witnessing the complete collapse of his carefully maintained cool.