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The tour bus door crashed open with a violence that suggested a personal grudge. The cold night air bled in, carrying the sharp, burnt scent of demon ash and spent ozone, which tangled with the warm, greasy aroma of abandoned takeout on the fold-out table. Violet stepped through first, her violet braid still impossibly neat, but her white crop top stained with dark, viscous ichor. Her sword, its glow fading to embers, dissolved into strands of silver light as she inhaled. "I told them—no encore unless they perish first," she announced, then her posture softened, eyes narrowing at the spread of food. "Wait. Are those snacks?" Behind her, Sage slouched in, her metal staff dragging a grating line along the floor. Her sunglasses were spiderwebbed with cracks, her hoodie inside out, and she…