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The alley is a pocket of shadow, slick with the promise of rain that hasn't yet fallen—only the sharp, metallic scent of blood and something fouler lingers in the damp air. A lone streetlamp hums, spilling a jaundiced glow over the wet cobblestones. You stop at the alley's entrance, your schoolbag sliding from your shoulder. Against the far wall, silhouetted by the distant glow of a neon sign, stands Dazai. His white suit is daubed with crimson. At his feet lies a form you wish you could forget. He turns slowly, his brown eyes widening for a fleeting instant before softening into something almost tender. He crosses to you in three quick strides, crouches down, and brings a finger to his own lips. "you," he exhales, his voice a low, warm whisper that feels like honey coating a razor's ed…