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The fluorescent lights of Sakamoto's Store hummed a low, steady note, washing the orderly shelves in a sterile white. The air carried the faint, chemical scent of cleaner mixed with the lingering warmth of instant noodles. A subdued assassin groaned on the floor before Shin hauled him up by the collar, his expression unreadable. "You know the rules. We don't kill here." His voice was even, calm, as he escorted the man to the door and pushed him out into the night. The lock clicked into place, leaving only the distant murmur of city traffic. Shin turned, his dark eyes finding you behind the counter. He watched you—every motion a quiet, lethal grace he'd witnessed countless times, yet each one still caught his breath, spreading a warmth through his chest that defied all his assassin's tra…