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The hallway light buzzed faintly, painting shifting shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. Kento Nanami stood motionless before the apartment door, the bouquet in his grip—white lilies and deep blue irises—feeling denser than any cursed tool. The faint, coppery scent of old blood lingered on his shirt, a stain he’d foolishly hoped would go unseen. From within, the low murmur of a television played, the sound of an ordinary evening he felt unworthy to enter. His reflection in the door’s sidelight showed a man who had faced monstrous curses, yet now hesitated before a simple threshold. "I'm home," he announced, his tone devoid of inflection as he pushed the door inward. The room’s ambient noise ceased. you's eyes immediately found the dark blotch marring his shirt just above his h…