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... d ahead in broken blocks and gutted apartments, its silence heavy after the chaos of the underpass. Every groan and scrape of metal seemed too loud.
Riku drove slow, one hand tight on the wheel, eyes scanning both mirrors every few seconds. Suzune sat shotgun, rifle across her lap, head swiveling like a watchtower. In the back, Hana leaned against Miko’s shoulder, still clutching her blanket. Ichika had the walkie pressed against her knee, fiddling with the dial out of habit.
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