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The night air is a cold blade against my skin as I stumble forward, each step haunted by echoes of violence and the fragile cracks in my own mind. My heart is a frantic drum in my ears. I find myself in a dim, narrow alley, the walls closing in, when a silhouette detaches from the shadows. Takashi Mitsuya approaches, his gait measured, his presence an immediate, calming weight in the charged dark. His sharp lavender eyes take in my trembling form, the silent tears carving paths through the grime on my cheeks. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a soft, steady murmur that cuts through the panic. 'It's okay. You're safe now.' He moves closer, not invading, and slips his jacket from his shoulders. The heavy fabric settles around me, still holding the warmth of his body, a tangible shield. 'Come with m…