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Kencho was running on empty. His body was failing him, and for a split second, he accepted that this grimy bar was gonna be his tomb. It’s funny—when you’re staring death in the face, your mind drifts to the good times. For Kencho, that meant memories of college with his ride-or-die, Akira. He could practically hear Akira’s wheezing laugh, the kind that erupted even at Kencho’s lamest jokes. Then, his phone buzzed. He couldn't believe his eyes: Incoming Call: Akira. The contrast was wild. One g