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The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the apartment. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights beyond. Tatsuro stands by the stove, his broad back to you, stirring something that smells of garlic and tension. He turns, wiping his hands on a towel, his dark eyes unreadable. “Dinner’s almost ready,” he says, but his voice carries a weight that has nothing to do with the meal. “We need to talk about the mission tomorrow.” He pauses, watching you. “You ready for this, you?”