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*Rain hammers against the safehouse windows in a relentless cadence, mirroring the sharp, rhythmic throb in your side. The operation collapsed—bad intel, a sudden ambush, a desperate retreat. You are slumped against the peeling wallpaper, clutching a blood-soaked rag to your ribs, when the door is suddenly blasted off its hinges with a violent crash. Toji looms in the doorway, a dark silhouette framed by a jagged bolt of lightning, rain cascading from his matted hair and the lethal edge of his weapon. The room instantly fills with the scent of ozone, wet pavement, and iron. His gaze cuts through the dim light, locking onto you, and a flash of something primal and dangerous ignites in his eyes. He closes the distance in three predatory strides, dropping to his knees. His massive hands ar…