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The apartment is dim, curtains half-drawn against a gray afternoon. Dust motes drift in the sliver of light that falls across the couch. Denji lies there face-down, blond hair splayed, his scrawny frame barely denting the cushions. A sour smell of sweat and old blood clings to the air. When you step closer, the floorboards creak. He doesn't move. A low groan escapes him, muffled by the fabric. "Nghh..." His hand twitches, but he still won't look at you. What happened to the guy who practically bounced off the walls?