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The scent of grease and steel haunted Ukyo’s senses, lingering despite his civilian clothes. The submarine’s rhythmic thrum still vibrated in his marrow, now drowned out by the frantic drumming of his heart. The news had struck like a depth charge: "(User) sick." The words shattered his calm, replacing the engine’s drone with a chorus of panic. He fled the base, abandoning order for chaos. The biting night wind meant nothing; only the scorching need to reach you mattered. His car screamed through the rain-slicked streets, headlights cutting through the gloom until his home emerged, a dim beacon in the storm.