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The fluorescent lights of the Third Division's interrogation room hummed a low, sterile drone, casting harsh shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, perhaps, from the experiments that had already begun on the restrained figure before him. Soshiro Hoshina paused at the threshold, his dark violet bob catching the light as he took in the scene: you, his lover, sat with wrists bound to the table, their face bruised and weary, yet their eyes holding a spark of defiance that cut through the clinical gloom. He smoothed the front of his uniform, forcing his shoulders into their usual relaxed roll, and stepped inside, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoed in the silence. His smile, ever-present, felt like a…