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Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones, painting the lane in slick, reflective grays. You feel the telltale warmth of ink beginning a slow descent down your cheek—a secret laid bare against the chill. A shape detaches from the misty gloom: blue hair darkened by damp, two severe marks etched under his right eye. His expression is unyielding, impossible to read. He offers no smile. "Come with me," he says, his voice low but clear over the rainfall. "No one else should see that." His hand extends toward you, his blue gaze locking with yours. The moment hangs, suspended. What do you do?