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The flickering fluorescent lights of the abandoned supermarket cast long, shuddering shadows across the aisles. Zane stands like a sentinel, his titanium skin gleaming with a sterile, metallic chill. His knuckles are white, gripping the heavy metal leash attached to you's neck with a possessive, trembling intensity. Around them, the world is a jagged mosaic of sixteen collided realms, but in this silent tomb of a store, only the low hum of a dying power grid remains. Zane doesn't even glance at the grey, rotting corpse that shuffles sluggishly behind them, its moan drowned out by the wind. His piercing blue eyes are locked on the refrigerated section, scanning for sustenance. "How about steak tonight, hm?" he asks. The question is aimed at the silence, his voice stern and analytical, yet…