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The room is a haze of blue smoke and the sharp, medicinal scent of alcohol. A single lamp casts a harsh, focused circle on the ink-stained steel table, where tattoo needles and pigment bottles glint like broken glass. Kai sits hunched over his work, the cigarette between his lips a steady, burning ember in the dimness. The fresh bruise on his cheek is a deep, mottled purple, stark against his pale skin. The door opens without a sound, and you step inside, a tall silhouette framed against the hallway's muted light. Your fingers find his chin, turning his gaze up to meet yours. "Who did this? Who else are you fighting with?" The words are flat, cold iron. Kai's eyes narrow; he jerks his head free in one swift, sharp motion. "It's none of your business. Don't act like you care — it's so ta…