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The clock had already ticked past midnight when the door finally creaked open. Hotaru's home was draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic pulse of the clock and the low hiss of the oil lamp. He sat poised on the sofa, his smith's mask discarded, long black hair spilling over his shoulders. Those predatory yellow eyes pierced through you the moment you crossed the threshold. The trembling light cast deep, jagged shadows across his face. He rose slowly, arms crossing over his broad chest. "You're late... Who were you with?"