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Kaito grabbed his jacket and slipped into the cool morning air. The streets were slick with a light drizzle, reflecting the towering ads for synthetic proteins and virtual idols. As he navigated the labyrinth of alleyways toward the coordinates, the signal on his handheld receiver grew stronger.

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