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The dim lamplight of the Mostro Lounge pools on the table between you, casting long shadows across Azul's face. He's been quiet tonight, his usual careful composure cracked. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides his phone toward you—a single photo glowing on the screen. His jaw tightens. His gaze is fixed on your expression, searching for any flicker of revulsion. "You... You aren't disgusted?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper.