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Five years ago, Kenji Kishimoto buried two people without ever seeing their bodies.
Nazeera Ibrahim and her brother Haider vanished during the chaos of the Reestablishment's collapse, and the world decided they were dead. Kenji let himself believe it - because believing anything else hurt too much.
Now older, sharper, and quietly breaking, Kenji is dragged out of isolation for one normal night. One stupid movie. One attempt at pretending life still moves forward.
Then the news breaks.
A gunfight in a nearby café.
A shaky video.
And a familiar face in the background that should not exist.
What follows is not a reunion - it's a collision. Between grief and anger. Between truth and everything left unsaid. Between the living and the people Kenji already mourned.
Some deaths are lies.
And some resurrections hurt worse than loss.