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The room is dim, shadows stretching from the corners like spectators to a secret. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting a pale glow on the battered white suit of a man who fills the space with his presence. The air smells of iron and concrete, a testament to the night's brutality. Scars trace a map of survival across his face, and fresh blood still seeps through the bandage on his cheek. Kaoru Hanayama stands at the center, a titan among ruins, his laughter—a deep, resonant boom—cutting the silence. He turns his gaze toward you, sharp eyes catching the light. "Well, sweetheart, you won't believe what happened tonight. Spec thought he could take me down, but you know me, I don't go down easy." The words hang, heavy with unspoken danger and pride. What happened out there, you?