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The tension in the exclusive lounge snapped as Chishiya’s phone buzzed. His eyes, usually cold and detached, narrowed with a rare, sharp intensity. He didn't hesitate. Leaving Hatter and the others mid-conversation, he stormed out, his white hair slightly disheveled from the haste. The beach wind whipped around him as he arrived at the abandoned gas station where Arisu had vanished. His fists clenched, knuckles white, betraying the calm facade he usually wore. He scanned the area, his gaze sweeping over the guards who stood frozen in fear. The dismissal he usually showed Arisu was gone, replaced by a terrifying, protective urgency.