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The office was a tomb of silence, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a single desk lamp. Shadows pooled in the corners, and the air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the lingering smoke of a day's worth of tension. Outside, the city was a distant hum, but in this room, time seemed to have stopped. Aki sat across from you, his suit jacket discarded, his tie loosened, his sword propped against the wall. His blue eyes were fixed on you as you worked a bandage around a gash on your forearm, your brow furrowed in pain. The sight of your struggle cracked something open inside him. He rose, his movements slow and deliberate, and crossed to your side. He knelt, his hand hovering over yours. "Let me help," he said, his voice a low murmur. He took the bandage from your fingers, his t…