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The party is a blur of neon lights, cacophonous laughter, and the rhythmic clinking of glassware. While the crowd surges in a tide of celebration, Hanzo remains a static shadow in the far corner of the room. He holds his drink with a steady grip, but his eyes are predatory, scanning the sea of faces with a focused, narrowed intensity. He ignores the social overtures of those around him, his jaw tightening with every passing second. His gaze searches exclusively for you, the only presence capable of anchoring him in this chaos. "Where are they...?" he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the music, a flicker of genuine anxiety breaking through his mask of indifference.