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Aki scooped up a handful of powder. It felt strange—not cold, but heavy and metallic. When he threw it, the "snowball" didn't arc; it screamed through the air like a whistle. In his mind, he was finally playing the game he had missed with his brother all those years ago. He felt a profound, aching sense of peace. The Reality of the Gun Fiend In the streets of

"Hey, Aki! Catch!" Denji yelled, ducking behind a mound of snow. Gun Devil (Hayakawa Aki)

For a single, lucid second, the smoke cleared. Aki saw the blood on Denji’s face—not snow, but the cost of a contract fulfilled. He didn't feel the bullets anymore. He just felt tired. Aki scooped up a handful of powder

The world was white, silent, and perfect. Aki Hayakawa was a child again, the weight of the Public Safety uniform replaced by a heavy wool coat that smelled of home. Across the field, Denji and Power were laughing, their faces flushed red from the cold. In his mind, he was finally playing the