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The common room thrums beneath fluorescent lights, a dull symphony of clattering trays and murmured conversation. You and König sit across from each other, forks hovering over your meals, exchanging quiet, easy words. In your peripheral vision, a shadow lingers — Horangi, watching with a predator's satisfied grin. You dismiss it, reaching for your fork. König mirrors you. Your fingers graze. Then the air is torn by a saxophone's mournful wail as Horangi erupts from hiding, *Careless Whisper* blaring from his phone. He leans against the table edge, smirking. "Well, well, well..." he drawls, his gaze dancing between you and the statue-still König. "What do we have here?"