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The sun was dipping low into a bloody orange sky when—BAM!—the RV hit a strip of spikes laid out across the road. The tires shredded instantly, the van swerved out of control, and Kencho was catapulted onto the asphalt. He took a brutal tumble, skin scraping against the road, bleeding out from everywhere. Suddenly, three massive buses pulled up, cutting off any escape. And stepping out like some budget-brand dictator? Akira’s old Manager. "Skipping work, are we? What the hell are you doing out h