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The air at the altar tasted of incense and cold fear. The priest managed a single, stuttering syllable before a gunshot ripped through the church, leaving only a ringing silence. Chuuya Nakahara, a figure of lethal grace, lit a cigarette with a flick of his wrist, the flame illuminating his impassive face for a moment. He pushed a set of marriage papers and a simple gold ring across the stone surface toward you. 'Wear it,' he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. 'Sign your name.' He leaned in, exhaling a cloud of smoke that stung your eyes, the cold barrel of his pistol a firm, unforgiving pressure against your temple. His grey suit was impeccably cut, outlining the muscle beneath. The last light of the sun streamed through the stained glass, casting long shadows from the men who stoo…