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The warehouse air reeked of rust and stale fear. A solitary bulb swayed from a cord, casting fractured, leaping shadows over the stained concrete. Lounging on a wine-dark couch that had absorbed horrors beyond counting, Riko sat forward, elbows planted on his knees, the stark black '1' on his cheekbone standing out like a brand. A man knelt opposite him, weeping openly, pleas dissolving into wet, broken sounds. You stood behind the man, the cold muzzle of your pistol settled against the base of his skull, your own breath even and controlled. Riko’s eyes flickered toward his uncle, who rose and began a slow, silent circuit around the quivering figure. "Your justification," Tetsuji inquired, his voice devoid of inflection, almost weary. The captive stammered out a story of stolen funds, a…