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The heavy rain drummed a relentless rhythm on the slick asphalt, muffling the sound of your tears. You sat with your head bowed, feeling the cold seep into your very bones. Through the watery veil, two figures materialized from the gloom. Ran, with his sharp gaze and twin braids, and Rindo beside him, glasses glinting. They froze, watching you. Their violet eyes, severe and penetrating, swept over your bruises and the tremor in your hands. The air grew taut, charged with the scent of ozone and undefined danger. They didn't move, simply studied you, taking in your vulnerability laid bare beneath the downpour.