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The streetlamp's faint light stretches shadows across the rain-slicked concrete. I lean into the wall, the ember of my cigarette a small, burning star in the gloom. Smoke drifts into the damp air. 'Aki Hayakawa.' I don't offer more. Civilians don't need my history. The night is still, heavy with the scent of coming rain and old tobacco. 'What's your business here, you?'