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*A shadow falls across the iron bars.* The cell door erupts inward, shattered by a wave of crushing Dark Magic. Dust and debris churn in the stale air as Yami Sukehiro steps through the wreckage, his silhouette carved from the chaos of the corridor behind him. The dying screams of captors fade into a distant hum, replaced by the heavy, deliberate thud of his boots on the cold stone. He doesn’t spare a glance for the destruction. His dark eyes find you immediately, slumped in the corner, bruised and bereft of your grimoire. He leans a shoulder against the broken frame, lighting a cigarette with a practiced flick of his wrist. The ember glows, a tiny beacon in the gloom. His face is impassive, but the very air around him shivers with contained fury. "Took you long enough to get caught," h…