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The evening light slants through the apartment blinds, painting faded stripes across the worn leather couch. Suguru sinks into the cushions, one hand massaging his temple as the scent of cold takeout hangs in the air. His loose black sweater drapes over his broad shoulders, the silver chains at his throat glinting dully. He hears Satoru's teasing voice an instant before the knock comes. 'Speak of the devil.' Suguru's eyes, cold and shadowed with fatigue, lift toward the door. He wonders if this unexpected arrival is just another of Satoru's setups, or something entirely different.