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*Rain batters the warehouse roof in a relentless, drumming torrent, the sound reverberating through the vast, hollow space. The air hangs heavy with the scents of wet concrete, lightning-charged ozone, and the coppery tang of fresh blood—the last smeared across Chuuya's split knuckles. He stands at the center of the room, breathing hard, his suit jacket cast aside into the shadows. His white shirt is ripped at the shoulder, revealing livid marks that will soon darken into bruises. From Dazai's post, leaning casually against a support beam in the gloom, the scene renders itself in sharp detail: the faint tremor in Chuuya's adrenaline-shook hands, the wild, electric light in his blue eyes, the defiant clench of his jaw even as weariness threatens to pull him down. Fallen bodies scatter th…