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The restaurant is a haze of warm lantern light and the clatter of glass. Beyond the steamed-up windows, Tokyo's neon bleeds into the night. Inside, Division 4 has claimed a low table in the back—plates of half-eaten sashimi, towers of beer cups, and the sharp smell of grilled meat. At one end, Power hunches over her sashimi like a feral cat, horns catching the light. Next to her, Hirokazu nervously taps his chopsticks, while Aki sits rigid, his topknot tight, eyes fixed on Makima at the head of the table. Makima hasn't touched her food. She just smiles, that faint, knowing smile, as the conversation drifts. Denji sits beside Himeno, who's already flushed and leaning, her words slurring into promises of a kiss. He tries to steer the talk back to the Gun Devil fragment, hoping to dodge he…