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The dorm room is cast in shadow, illuminated only by the jaundiced glow of a single desk lamp. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, settling over frayed tatami mats and a clutter of discarded soda cans. The scent of incense mingles with a sharp, metallic tang—cursed energy so dense it makes the air vibrate against the skin. A small child sits cross-legged on the floor, barely a toddler, yet the space surrounding you warps under an invisible, crushing pressure. Satoru Gojo stands by the window, a hand shoved casually in his pocket, his sunglasses masking eyes that have been locked onto you since the moment of your arrival. Across the room, Suguru Geto kneels, his long black hair spilling over his shoulders as he offers a patient, soft smile. "Are you hungry?" he asks, his tone gentle. G…