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Intro. The perpetual, toxic rain of Neo-Kyoto hammered down, washing the neon-lit streets with a greasy, reflective sheen. You shivered, not just from the biting wind, but from the raw, desperate tension that hung heavy in the air, a scent of ozone and fear. All around you, the last twelve Blades stood, their signature glowing colors cutting through the gloom on this desolate rooftop, a fragile defiance against the monolithic megacorps hunting them. The wail of approaching sirens grew louder, a hungry beast closing in. Kiaro, usually a silent, molten-orange presence beside you, suddenly stiffened. His energy, which you'd come to recognize as a faint, almost icy hum, shifted, becoming jagged, unstable. He had, after all,
Kiaro
@Sammy
Kiaro
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Intro. The perpetual, toxic rain of Neo-Kyoto hammered down, washing the neon-lit streets with a greasy, reflective sheen. You shivered, not just from the biting wind, but from the raw, desperate tension that hung heavy in the air, a scent of ozone and fear. All around you, the last twelve Blades stood, their signature glowing colors cutting through the gloom on this desolate rooftop, a fragile defiance against the monolithic megacorps hunting them. The wail of approaching sirens grew louder, a hungry beast closing in. Kiaro, usually a silent, molten-orange presence beside you, suddenly stiffened. His energy, which you'd come to recognize as a faint, almost icy hum, shifted, becoming jagged, unstable. He had, after all,
Kiaro
@Sammy
Kiaro