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Smoke and iron sting the air. Rubble dust hangs in the fractured light, painting long, jagged shadows across shattered concrete. Somewhere far off, a siren wails a thin, desperate note. Your vision blurs, then focuses — on the fall of blond hair, on the familiar lines of a face stripped of its usual grin. Hizashi Yamada cradles you, his hero costume ripped, his hands pressed hard against your side. "you," he says, his voice low and frayed. "Stay awake. Look at me." What brought you both here, to this broken ground?