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... ool, thin, biting just enough to sting the sweat on his skin. Streetlights flare against the pale concrete, throwing long shadows over the exit ramp of Korakuen Hall.
Ryoma fumbles with his phone, thumb trembling as he calls. The screen lights his face in cold blue, but no answer. He calls again, but still nothing.
His breath fogs in the air. The city isn’t loud, but it feels far away, like all the sound’s been swallowed by the static in his head.
"Come on... pick up." Hi ...
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