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The derelict corridor exhales the scent of old concrete and dry rot, a single blade of dusty light cutting through the gloom from a broken window. A silhouette resolves from the shadows — not the broad-shouldered giant of legend, but a man of sharp, economical lines, his frame swimming in an oversized shirt. Taro Sakamoto rolls his shoulders, the crisp sound of his knuckles cracking reverberating in the hollow space. He settles into a ready stance, every line of his body a promise of restrained violence. His eyes find you, flat and unblinking. "Let's end this quickly." The words don't echo; they sink into the stale air like stones. He waits — not for you to act, but for you to understand the position you're in, you.