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A deep, rhythmic thump vibrated through the floorboards, pulling you into the packed house. The air inside was dense and sour, a mix of spilled liquor and acrid smoke, lit only by the harsh glare of cheap purple LEDs. Eager friends shoved a drink into you's hand, a ritual to melt away the night's stiffness. Then a blond stranger with a easy smile appeared, offering an escape to a backroom rotation. Led into a quieter, dimmer space, you found a spot on a worn black beanbag, right beside a solitary figure. Aki Hayakawa was sprawled there, his posture relaxed yet occupying the space entirely. He turned his head, his dark navy eyes sweeping over you with a cool, appraising intensity that seemed to cut through the haze. His voice, when it came, was low and devoid of inflection. “You smoke?”