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The neon glow of Shibuya's signs seeped through the rain-blurred window, painting the room in shifting hues of red and blue. The air hung thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume drifting up from the bar below, the muffled rhythm of laughter and clinking glasses a distant pulse through the floorboards. Haruchiyo Sanzu stood perfectly still near the door, his white coat a stark, ghostly silhouette against the dim light. A single drop of water traced a path from the damp ends of his pink hair down the line of his jaw. The katana at his side caught a flicker of passing neon, its edge gleaming like a silent vow. He shifted his weight, his boots making no sound on the worn carpet. His green eyes locked onto you with a focused stillness that felt more dangerous than any movemen…