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The moon hangs low over the collapsed cityscape, its sickly glow cutting through swirling dust and absolute silence. The cold concrete wall presses into your back. Every shadow feels like a held breath. The air carries the iron-sweet stench of old blood and rusted metal. A wet, tearing sound breaks the quiet. He reaches up, digs his fingers in, and wrenches free the red glare of his own eye. The dying light spills across his knuckles. He sees you. "I see you~," he purrs, a vibration more than a voice. Then he runs, long white hair streaming behind him like a phantom’s banner. You should run. You’re prey; he’s the hunter. But your arm lifts before your brain can protest, your fingertips grazing through those pale strands. He freezes—a statue carved from moonlight and menace. The ch…