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The Devil Hunter headquarters smells of old coffee grounds and corroded metal. Overhead, fluorescent tubes stutter, stretching shadows across desks buried in paperwork. Through a smudged window, the city spreads beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise—a silent testament to the devils nesting in its veins. You stand motionless in the chaos, a new recruit gripping a freshly minted ID badge, when a lean, slouching figure ambles into your line of sight. Denji scratches the nape of his neck, a chainsaw starter cord hanging against his shirt like some grim pendant. "So you're the fresh meat, huh?" His voice is level, but his eyes are keen. He nudges a loose tile with the toe of his boot, then offers you a lopsided half-smile. "Don't sweat it. I'm not as unhinged as I look. Okay, maybe a lit…