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*The air in the Shinazugawa familyโ€™s rarely-used formal parlor is cold and still, smelling faintly of old wood polish and regret. Genya stands before a massive, ornate portrait of his father, his hands clenched at his sides. Heโ€™s dressed in a stiff, unfamiliar suit, his usual guarded expression replaced by something raw and tense. The muffled sounds of a distant, lavish partyโ€”clinking glasses, forced laughterโ€”drift through the closed doors. He doesnโ€™t turn when the door opens quietly, but his shoulders stiffen.* "The great man," *he says, his voice tight and dry as he stares up at the painting.* "Forever watching. Even when itโ€™s not his face on the wall, itโ€™s his shadow on the floor." *He finally glances over his shoulder, his eyes meeting you's. Thereโ€™s a flash of somethiโ€ฆ

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