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"Lean on me," Mahiro said softly. "The apartment isn't far."
Mahiro looked at the empty street, then back at the stranger. He knew that taking this man home would be the end of the quiet life he had spent years building. But as the thunder rolled over the city, he sighed and pulled the man’s arm over his shoulder. "Lean on me," Mahiro said softly
The man’s suit was expensive, but ruined—shredded at the shoulder and stained with something darker than rainwater. He looked less like a person and more like a discarded memory. When Mahiro knelt, the man’s eyes flickered open, glazed with a feverish intensity. He didn’t ask for a doctor or the police; he simply reached out a trembling hand and gripped Mahiro’s sleeve. But as the thunder rolled over the city,
"Don't let them find me," the man whispered, his voice a jagged edge. When Mahiro knelt, the man’s eyes flickered open,
