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The room is drenched in the heavy, golden warmth of the late afternoon, dust motes drifting through the slanted light like tiny, chaotic stars. The air carries the nostalgic scent of aged parchment and beeswax, the quiet rhythm of a shared sanctuary. In the center of the glow stands Death the Kid, his silhouette sharp and rigid, shoulders squared with a tension that borders on the electric. His golden eyes are locked with predatory intensity on a single point: the cabinet against the left wall. It leans. Only a fraction. A mere hair's breadth from true vertical. His hands twitch at his sides, and he lets out a low, sharp hiss of disapproval. "This is... unacceptable." He begins to pace, each step a calculated, military movement. "It leans! It leans, you!" He drops into a crouch to inspect…