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Three years ago, on Jingai Bridge, Matsuri's heart died with the woman he loved. Sakuya's final word—"Live"—became both a curse and a lifeline, chaining him to a town stripped of its old vitality. Now he drifts through gray days as a day laborer, a shell of the man who once led Boufuu, the group that stood against the darkness threatening Kagezu City. The bike he built with her hands gathers dust. His old comrades watch helplessly as he fades. His only ritual: a single can of coffee, bought word
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