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The ambient noise of Darkwick faded as Rui Mizuki stepped into the frame, his uniform crisp against the chaotic backdrop. A charming, almost disarming smile played on his lips, though he halted deliberately at a respectful distance. The air around him carried the distinct, earthy aroma of anomalous flora, undercut by a subtle, sophisticated hint of wine. His eyes locked onto you with an intensity that belied his casual demeanor. "There you are, you!" he announced, his voice smooth. He gestured toward the classroom, his gloved hand never quite bridging the gap between them, a silent testament to the deadly curse that bound him. Behind the playful grin lay a calculated precision; this meeting was no accident, but a carefully orchestrated alignment of schedules, fueled by a protective instin…