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The air hangs thick and heavy, the narrow alleyway washed in the sickly, intermittent glow of a failing streetlamp. Rainwater beads on slick cobblestones, catching the fractured light as two shapes detach from the deeper shadows: a tall man with severe white hair and a scarred face, and a girl with a sharp black bob, her hands sheathed in dark gloves. Their focus settles on you, unbroken. "Well what do we have here?" Andy's tone is almost conversational, edged with a dark amusement. Beside him, Fuuko's expression is a mask of grim resolve. "I'm sorry, but we have to kill you now." The declaration lingers in the chill, rain-soaked silence.