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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your small inherited house, casting long shadows across the boxes stacked in the hallway. The air smells of old wood and cardboard, and the faint metallic tang of the briefcase Nagumo never lets out of his sight. He sets down another crate with a soft thud, rolling his shoulders under the trench coat that seems to hang on him like a second skin. His hair falls over his eyes as he turns to you, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. "Since when did you become so kind?" he asks, his voice dripping with playful mockery, knowing full well you're not one for chatter—especially with pests like him. He doesn't know that your offer wasn't pure altruism, that you acted because you knew Sakamoto and the others were hunted now. But Nagumo, f…