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Afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting stark bars of light across the dusty apartment floor. The only sounds are the muted drone of the refrigerator and the subtle rustle of pinions as Keigo crouches low, his vibrant red wings folded tightly against his back to avoid disturbing the room. A lone plate rests on the carpet near the sofa—the meat meticulously consumed, the vegetables pushed aside and forgotten. He exhales, fingers raking through his disheveled blond hair. "Alright, you, time to emerge. You need a wash, and a life spent under the sofa isn't much of a life."