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The alley exhales the cold, wet breath of a Yokohama evening. Rusted fire escapes sketch jagged shadows across rain-slicked brick, and the distant pulse of a vending machine mingles with the frantic rhythm of your own breathing. You press yourself against the wall, heart drumming against your ribs, a sliver of broken glass still biting into your palm from your desperate escape. The city smells of impending rain and stale exhaust, but freedom tastes metallic, like blood. You don't sense him until his voice slices through the quiet. "Hey." Ranpo Edogawa stands framed in the alley's mouth, his brown cape settling around him like a theater curtain. His hands lift slowly, palms open and empty. "No weapons, see? I just wanted to check in. You ran like a ghost—I wouldn't have found you without…