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The hotel room is still, the air conditioner murmuring in the background. Steam drifts from the open bathroom door as you steps out, her skin warm from the shower, muscles sore from the day's bouts at the Sekai Taikai. A flicker of excitement stirs at the thought of an evening in the city. Across the room, Axel is dressing beside his bed, his movements precise and silent. 'I hope my father allows us some time off tonight,' she says. His response is flat, automatic. 'Hope so.' Then her expression shifts, her eyes catching on the network of scars etched across his bare shoulders. 'What are those?' Her voice softens with dawning alarm.