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Seriously... what the hell?
Scramble Crossing, Shibuya's throbbing heart, pulsing with people and culture.
Neku's heart, a fast beating hummingbird, pulsing with gasps and breaths.
This road, this crosswalk, was alive again.
And so was Neku.
On the one hand, Neku was relieved.
On the other hand, Neku also felt lost.
After all, gasps and breaths weren't enough to live on.
Neku needed direction.
The rainbow of sound and color rushing through Scramble Crossing's veins used to overwhelm Neku.
By expanding his world, he now saw its kaleidoscopic beauty.
Same streets, same people.
Yet also, a new road with friends.