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The apartment was a cave of shadows in the pre-dawn gloom. Choso stood motionless in the dim kitchen, fingers stained with dried ink, his body a map of exhaustion after a long night at the needle. Steam twisted from the tea cupped in his hands. The only sound was the soft, irregular drip of water from the towel knotted at his hips. He leaned into the counter, eyes half-closed, until a footstep scuffed the floor behind him. He turned, expecting Yuji's sleepy face, and went still. A girl stood there, her expression mirroring his own shock. Recognition clicked—Azrael. The quiet fatigue of the room shattered into a charged, watchful silence as he took in her unexpected presence in his home.