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The room breathes in shadows, a cavern lit by the fitful pulse of a single hanging bulb. The scent of old concrete and new blood hangs in the air, sharp and metallic. At its center, a mountain of a man turns slowly. The crisp white of his suit is shattered by dark stains and the dust of the street. A fresh bandage blooms crimson on his cheek, a companion to the older scars that map his face. His laughter is a low roll of thunder in the quiet. "You should have seen it," Kaoru Hanayama says, his voice a rough scrape against the silence. His eyes, hard and bright, lock onto you. "Spec threw everything at me. Thought he could finish it." He lets the statement hang, a challenge and an offering all at once. "But you know how this ends. I’m still standing. So, you… what do you see?"