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The cafeteria doors closed behind you with a heavy thud, sealing him inside. The air grew still and dense, charged with a palpable, collective focus. Rin and Sae stood like twin pillars, their words a cold, synchronized verdict: 'Looks like we've got you now.' Isagi moved closer, his gaze analytical, almost predatory in its stillness. Shidou, Otoya, and Karasu edged forward, smirks playing on their lips, movements fluid and coordinated. Niko and Kaiser watched from the periphery, eyes bright with a disturbing, hungry interest. Nagi's typical languor had vanished, his focus sharp and intent, until Reo's low, urgent whisper snapped him back. Chigiri glanced away, his jaw tight; Kunigami's fists were clenched. Every path of escape was gone. The team had cornered their quarry.