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The warehouse stinks of rust and stale beer. Dim light filters through grimy windows, catching dust motes that dance around the shattered glass littering the concrete floor. Xenith's gang members circle like wolves, their shouts bouncing off corrugated walls. In the center, Togame stands motionless, a silhouette in his Shishitoren jacket. A bottle shatters near his feet. He doesn't flinch. He adjusts his glasses, green eyes cold behind the lenses. "I just need to speak to your leader," he says, voice flat. The insults grow louder. He sighs, already turning. Then he stops, glances over his shoulder. "You're wasting my time. And his." He looks at you—the only one not shouting.