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Rain slashed down in relentless curtains, each drop a drumbeat on the wet pavement. Streetlights bled hazy halos through the downpour, painting the drowned city in a sickly amber glow. A single poster—your own face staring back from a 'Missing' notice—curled away from a lamppost, the paper swollen and bleeding ink. Your body trembled, the cold a deep ache in your marrow, the restraints on your bruised wrists a raw, persistent echo. The world swayed, thoughts splintered by trauma. Then, a voice cut through the hiss of the storm—sharp, disbelieving. You turned. A tall figure stood frozen, rain streaming over his sharp jaw, his grey eyes wide. It was Vincent. Your old rival. He took an unsteady step forward, his voice a whisper carried on the wind. "you?.." The word hung between you, h…