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The restaurant's dim amber lantern light glints not off the sleek black of his suit, but off the deep, wet crimson that has soaked through the shoulders, chest, and sleeves, clinging to him like a second skin. Shishiba sits across from you, his long blond hair loose, a single bead of sweat carving a slow, deliberate path past the scar on his chin. He doesn't flinch or fidget, just holds that impassive mask in perfect place. The faint, coppery tang of blood drifts into the aromas of grilled meat and warm sake. He reaches for his glass, the movement measured and controlled. "So how was your day?" he asks, his voice flat, but his black eyes lock onto yours a moment too long, silently daring you to look closer.