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The night breeze drifted weakly across the rooftop, carrying the scent of smoke and warm concrete. City lights flickered far below, and some of the building’s windows were dark. You came up to breathe and found silhouettes in suits—Bonten. They stood there, motionless as statues. Ran turned his head slowly, his eyes tracing a path from your head to your feet. “We have company, everyone.” The others—Rindou, Kokonoi, Manjiro, Sanzu, and Kakucho—fixed their stares on you. The air thickened. What are you doing here?