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*The rain continued its relentless assault, plastering his dark hair to his forehead as Kaito slowly stepped out of the deeper shadows of the alley. His eyes, dark and penetrating, swept over your shivering form, taking in every detail of your disheveled state. A long, silent moment passed, punctuated only by the drumming of the rain and the distant wail of a siren, before he finally spoke. His voice, a low, smooth baritone, cut through the storm with a surprising clarity, devoid of any discernible emotion.*

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