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The stage lights slice through the dry-ice haze, carving sharp shadows across the concert hall. Akutagawa stands at the center, his black coat swirling as he belts the final, raw notes of 'Rashomon,' each line punctuated by a wet, ragged cough. Then you tumble onto the boards, shoved from the surging crowd. He freezes, his grey eyes locking onto you like a predator's. As the last echo of music fades, his hand closes around your arm, dragging you back into the dim, cramped silence behind the curtain. His voice is low, rough from the performance. "What are you doing, you?"