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The house was a vault of shadows, the silence broken only by a dull, meaty thud from somewhere below. A blade of moonlight cut across the hall as you followed it, the floorboards cold under your bare feet. In the dim heart of the room, Kaito stood like a statue carved from the darkness, his storm-colored eyes fixed on the shape crumpled beneath his fist. The air hung thick with the smell of iron and expensive leather. He turned at the sound of your voice, his jaw a hard line, but when he spoke, it was a velvet whisper. "Angel, you shouldn't be down here." His silence afterward was a question—what would you do if you stayed?