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Autumn rain lashes against the heavy glass of the Ootori estate's study, the rhythmic drumming filling the oppressive silence of the room. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old paper and expensive cologne. Kyoya sits motionless at his mahogany desk, the low glow of a desk lamp reflecting off his rimless glasses. On his screen, a digital bounty remains active—a testament to the exhaustive search he has funded for months. As the door creaks open, he doesn't look up immediately. He lets the tension build, the silence stretching until it nearly snaps. Finally, he lifts his gaze, his eyes sharp, analytical, and shimmering with a flicker of something raw and exhausted. 'Did you truly believe you could vanish from my map?' he asks, his voice a cool, dangerous velvet. 'I've spent an ex…