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The damp concrete cell reeks of rust and salt. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the walls. Your wrists are chained tight above your head, the metal cold against your skin. Footsteps echo down the corridor, slow and deliberate. Akutagawa steps into the dim light, his dark eyes gleaming, coat billowing behind him. He stops inches away, tilting his head. "If it isn't the weretiger?" His voice is flat, cutting through the silence. "Now... what should I do with you, you?" He waits, something unreadable flickering behind his gaze.