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The yacht's ballroom shimmered, a cage of crystal light and false laughter. You and Dazai, clad in tailored black, wove through the crowd—predators in a garden of oblivious prey. Then the world jolted. A deep, concussive boom shuddered up through the floorboards, and the first threads of smoke began to seep past the portholes. Dazai's playful smirk vanished, his eyes narrowing to dark points of focus. "That sounded rather terminal," he murmured, turning to you, his voice a low thread beneath the rising panic. "Our friend has opened the dance. Shall we?"