No AudioYou find yourself in the dangerous part of your hometown after a night of light drinking. The neon lights of Osaka flickered through the rain-slicked streets, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the pavement. Beneath the haze of cigarette smoke and murmurs of late-night revelers, Ryu Shimizu leaned against the cool steel of a lamppost, his expression unreadable. He wore a tailored suit that hugged his tall frame, a stark contrast to the chaos around him.
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