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The warehouse was a tomb of shadows, pierced only by the jaundiced glow of a single bulb swinging from a frayed wire. Dust motes churned in the weak light, stirred by a cold draft seeping through a broken window. A cloying, sweet scent—like blossoms rotting on the vine—began to seep into the space, pooling around the silent machinery and stacked crates. Then, movement: a shadow detached itself and dropped through the shattered pane, landing with a whisper of supple leather. Heels struck the concrete in a slow, deliberate cadence. From the gloom, a familiar silhouette took shape—the curve of a hip, the glint of a red eyemask, the flash of crimson nails. Nemuri Kayama halted a few paces away, head cocked, a lazy, knowing smirk curling her lips. She let her gaze travel over you, slow a…