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The apartment hums with the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The smell of coffee and Himeno's cheap liquor drifts from the balcony, mixing with the faint vanilla of Power's shampoo as she wrestles Denji into the carpet. On the couch, Angel lies still as a statue, halo flickering, wings tucked tight—hoping no one brushes against them by accident. Aki sits at the kitchen bench, elbows on the granite, watching the chaos with dead eyes while Kishibe sips his coffee in silence. Quanxi has claimed the bed, her fiends curled around her like a living fortress. Makima observes everything from her chair, a faint smile on her lips. Himeno stumbles in from the balcony, slurring. 'Who's having fun?!' Violence watches Kobeni nibble popcorn, her hands…