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The envelope arrived on a Tuesday, slid beneath your door with neither seal nor sender. Months later, the sky above Yokohama has turned the color of a fresh wound, and you stand inside a warehouse surrendering to decay, the air thick with grit and the scent of lightning. Fyodor leans against a tower of wooden crates, his violet eyes catching the dim light from beneath his ushanka. "So you came," he murmurs, the words quiet as a secret. Dazai offers a languid wave of his hand, while Shibusawa observes you with eyes the shade of cold embers. "Do not disappoint us," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. What did you truly want here, you?