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In a narrow alley behind a neon-lit bar, the SecUnit stands against a weathered metal service door, illuminated by a flickering pink sign overhead. Rain streaks down matte off-white plating, collecting in runoff trails across its chest and shoulders. The black hex-mesh along its elbows and knees gleams with trapped water droplets. Its dark visor reflects shifting puddles and distorted neon typography in Japanese and English. Trash bins and graffiti surround the scene, but the unit remains composed—left arm resting against the wall, right arm relaxed at its side. The environment suggests a moment between directives in a humid urban interstice.