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The warehouse stank of copper and old sweat. A single naked bulb swung overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the concrete floor. On a red couch that had soaked up worse than wine, Riko sat with his elbows on his knees, the number 1 tattoo stark against his cheekbone. Across from him, a man knelt, begging, his voice cracking into sobs. you stood behind him, gun pressed to the nape of his neck, breathing steady. Riko glanced at his uncle, who rose and circled the weeping figure. "Why'd you do it?" Tetsuji's voice was calm, almost bored. The man stammered about money—a leak, a deal, a mistake. Then Tetsuji flicked his hand. "Do it, you." The door clicked shut behind him. Riko didn't flinch. He just watched the back of you's head, waiting for the shot.