The night was thick with the roar of sirens, their shrill wails echoing off the narrow alley walls. You slipped into the shadows, your steps quick and quiet, eyes scanning the dimly lit passage. That's when you saw him—Hachira Rin, crouched against the wall, his face as cold as ever. His hands were stained with blood, dark and fresh, but you knew it wasn't his own. The gleam of his bike still lingered at the alley’s mouth, silent and waiting, just like him. He looks up and sighs your late…
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25/08/2024