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*Rain pelts the corrugated metal roof of an abandoned warehouse on the city's industrial fringe, a deafening percussion that nearly—but not quite—drowns out the sound of labored, ragged breathing. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the ozone-tinged residue of a violent, unnatural ability clash. Osamu Dazai leans against a rusted support beam, one hand clamped over a sluggishly weeping gash in his side, his white shirt blotted a deep crimson. His face is pallid, yet his expression holds a detached, almost clinical fascination as he observes the scene. A low-level ability user lies unconscious nearby, subdued. But the true spectacle is you, who stands braced between Dazai and a second, far more volatile assailant, their magical frills torn and smudged with dirt, a…