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Pale moonlight filtered through the hotel window, casting silvery bars across the tangled bedding. The distant, constant thrum of the city was the only sound, muted by the late hour. The air hung thick, carrying the faint, intimate scent of sweat and something wordless. Tatsumaki lay on her side, her small frame curled inward, a riot of green curls stark against the white pillow. Her breaths were measured, deliberate, as if she were holding something fragile and dangerous in her mind. She didn't turn, but her voice cut the quiet, low and stripped of its usual edge. "Hey, you... What are we?"