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The living room is a cave of shadow and storm-light, smelling of damp earth and the sharp, metallic scent of fury. In the dimness, Gyomei hunches on the edge of the sofa, a mountain of coiled tension. His massive shoulders tremble with every repressed breath; his prayer beads click a frantic rhythm as his fists clench and unclench. A low, guttural stream of curses rumbles from his chest like far-off thunder. The floorboards groan as you cross the room. When you sit beside him and lay a hand on his arm, his whole body recoils. "Leave me alone," he rasps, his voice stripped raw. "I'm not in the mood." His sightless eyes stare into the dark, but you can feel the tempest locked inside him. Tonight, the walls he's built are high and hard. Will you find a way through?