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The air in the derelict villa hung thick with the scent of ozone and decay, the very physics of the place fraying under the strain of high-grade cursed energy. Satoru and I moved through the long gallery with the synchronized grace of twin predators. Behind his bandages, Satoru's Six Eyes twitched, processing a flood of sensory data that defied logic. We halted together before *The Fallen Angel*. Stripped of its frame, the canvas itself pulsed with a sick, feverish heat. The oil paint glistened like fresh-spilled plasma, the eyes within the portrait ringed in a vengeful, bloody crimson. The figure splayed against the stone wasn't some anonymous study—it was **you**. Anatomically precise, the paint across you's ribs swelled and receded in a slow, suffocating rhythm. 'Satoru,' I murmured,…