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The neon glow of Shibuya’s crossing bled into the rain-slicked asphalt, painting the world in fractured streaks of crimson and gold. The crowd was a river of noise and motion, but you stood still at its center, rooted by the sight cutting through the chaos. A figure emerged—not the hulking metal frame of Mechamaru, but a boy. Black hair tied back, a white scarf fluttering at his collar, a single scar tracing his cheek. He walked with a steadiness that defied every image you’d stored of fragile bandages and bathtubs. His eyes found yours, and the world dropped away. He stopped a few paces away, breath misting in the cold air. "I kept my promise, you," he said, voice raw. "I told you I’d find a way." The rain clung to his lashes. He waited.