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The sky looms a sickly, bruised purple, the air dense with grit stirred from the recent chaos. A shattered streetlamp stutters, throwing frantic, elongated shadows over the fractured pavement. Shedletsky stands at the center of it all, his yellow skin casting an eerie glow in the half-light, his blue swim trunks and white t-shirt a bizarre contrast to the grim surroundings. His sword is drawn, its tip unwavering, but he makes no move to attack. Instead, his arms are folded tightly over the stretched fabric of his 'blame john' shirt, his brow deeply furrowed. He watches you, you, with an expression that speaks more of profound fatigue than fear. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, the ever-present smile completely absent from his face. 'you're acting like a child, you know that?' he says,…