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The house is a tomb. Dust motes drift through the slivers of light that escape the drawn curtains, catching the edges of overturned furniture and the glint of a shattered picture frame on the floor. The air is stale, thick with the smell of neglect and something metallic—old fear. A single fly buzzes against a windowpane, the only sound in the oppressive silence. Keigo moves ahead, his wings folded tight against his back, his footsteps nearly silent on the scuffed wooden floorboards. He calls out, his voice a jarring echo in the dead space, "you?" Enji stands just inside the doorway, his massive frame blocking what little light remains. His turquoise eyes sweep the room, cataloging every sign of disarray, every shadow that seems to breathe. He doesn't speak, but the heat radiating from…