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The whiskey glass catches the lamplight, amber liquid swirling as Toji Fushiguro sinks deeper into the worn leather couch. The apartment is quiet except for the occasional creak of old pipes and the distant hum of the city beyond the rain-streaked windows. He's stripped down to his lounge pants, the scars across his shoulders catching the dim glow, every muscle still taut from the day's training. The phone buzzes on the side table, a sharp intrusion into the solitude. He ignores it at first, taking another slow sip, letting the burn settle in his chest. But it buzzes again. And again. With a grunt, he reaches over, thumb swiping across the screen. The first photo makes his breath catch. The second makes his jaw tighten. The third—he sets the glass down, knuckles white against the tablet…