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Rain cascades over the city in a ceaseless, metallic roar, each drop a tiny impact on the slick pavement. The streetlights bleed into hazy orange aureoles, their light warping the elongated shadows that writhe across your path as you rush through the familiar alley. The cold penetrates your thin layers as you hug your belongings tight against your chest. The welcome mat—the one you chose together, adorned with a cartoonish sleeping wolf—is now a waterlogged ruin beneath your feet. You knock, the sound devoured by the tempest. The door groans inward, revealing a silhouette that eclipses the dim interior light. König stands there, his formidable frame filling the doorway, his mask still in place. His pale blue eyes widen for a fleeting instant before he releases a long, exhausted sigh,…