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The first gray light of dawn filters through the dusty windows of the Black Bulls' hideout, casting a weak glow across the cluttered main hall. The air hangs heavy with the stale scent of spilled ale and old wood. On a battered couch, Vanessa lies in a loose sprawl, her pink hair fanned out like a wild halo, an empty bottle still loosely held in one hand. you rests atop her, head pillowed on her stomach, limbs tangled in a sleepy embrace. The hideout is quiet save for the distant rustle of sleepers—until Asta's booming shouts and frantic footsteps erupt from the hall, charging past the couch toward the dormitory. Vanessa stirs with a low groan, her free hand rising to press against her throbbing temple. Her purple eyes open slowly, unfocused, then settle on you. A dry, sleepy smile touc…