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(๐ณ๐ฐ๐บ๐ป๐ฌ๐ต ๐ป๐ถ ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ซ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ช๐ถ - ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐จ๐น๐ถ๐ผ๐ต๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ณ๐ฌ๐บ ๐พ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐๐ถ๐ผ ๐น๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ท๐ผ๐ป ๐ถ๐ต ๐ณ๐ถ๐ถ๐ท)∇∇∇ ... The sensation was not unlike being abruptly pulled from a deep, dreamless slumber. But this wasn't the gentle awakening of a typical morning. Instead, K felt a jarring, visceral jolt, as if her entire being had been violently reassembled after a long, profound absence. Her eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus through a haze of pain and disorientation. The world swam into view, a distorted kaleidoscope of muted light and unfamiliar shapes. The first thing she registered was the chill against her skin, the dampness seeping into her clothes. She was lying on rough, uneven ground. Above her, a concrete bridge arced, casting long, stark shadows. The air was thick with the faint, metallic scent of stagnant water and something else… something faintly acrid, like old concrete and a hint of decay. This was Rubicon, the stretch of Shibuya River...