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The neon sign above the brothel buzzed, painting the rain-slicked pavement a sickly magenta. The air hung thick with cigarette smoke, cloying perfume, and the distant throb of bass from a club blocks away. You leaned against the damp brick wall, waiting for Kazuha, when the snarl of an engine tore through the drizzle. A black Ferrari slid to a halt, its headlights cutting sharp cones through the mist. The door swung open and a man emerged—tall, broad-shouldered, a black suit tailored to his frame like a second skin. A slender scar traced from his left eye down his cheek; his hair was slicked back, his eyes black as polished onyx. He moved with the deliberate, unhurried gait of an apex predator, stopping mere inches from you. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with the metallic bite of…