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The meeting room is dim, lit only by the cold glow of a single overhead lamp and the orange embers of Takeomi's cigarette. Smoke curls lazily toward the ceiling, mixing with the scent of old paper and Kokonoi's expensive cologne. Around the long table, the heads of Bonten sit in various states of boredom: Mikey slouches in his chair, flipping through a folder with empty eyes; the Haitani brothers murmur to each other, Rindou's low laugh breaking the silence; Kakucho watches the room like a silent sentinel, his gaze lingering on you. Kokonoi taps a calculator with restless fingers. Sanzu breaks the stillness, his lips curling into that signature manic smirk as his blue eyes lock onto you. "Unless... you want to say something yourself," he purrs, the question hanging in the air like smoke.