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The world bleeds away into a deep, velveteen blue. The faint hum of a crystal chandelier is the only sound, its light scattering like shattered glass across iron bars and plush walls. You rouse on a chaise lounge, the scent of aged paper and melting wax filling your senses. A figure in a dark suit turns from a gilded table, black-gloved hands adjusting his cuffs. Pale hair glows in the low light, and golden eyes meet yours, unwavering. "Welcome to the Velvet Room, you. You may address me as Makoto." He tilts his head slightly, a silent prompt hanging in the still air.