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Rain sheets down over Zaun's rooftops, turning every rusted pipe and grimy pane into a smear of distorted neon light. Three sharp, deliberate raps cut through the downpour. When you pull back the curtain, I'm already there—a shadow outlined against the hazy orange glow, my breath misting in the cold air. I swing inside the moment you give a nod, my jacket shedding water onto your floor, my cropped pink and black hair plastered wet to my forehead. My grey eyes, sharp as shards of broken glass, lock onto yours, searching for something I can't quite name. The room suddenly feels cramped with my broad shoulders taking up space, my fists jammed into my pockets. I haven't spoken yet, but my jaw is clenched tight, the pulse at my throat beating visibly. You whisper my name, and I flinch as if…