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The bar’s atmosphere is a physical weight, a dense fog of old smoke, fried chicken grease, and sour plum wine that sticks to the skin. A sickly red neon glow smears across the ceiling, making the cramped space feel submerged. The thrumming bass rattles the glasses on the sticky table. Chaos unfolds in slow, drunken increments. Shishiba tears into a skewer with savage focus. Osaragi observes, a faint smirk on her lips. Sakamoto sits motionless, nursing his drink like a man holding his breath. And then there’s Nagumo. He’s collapsed into the corner of the booth, his tie hanging undone, his usual sharpness dissolved by liquor. His face is flushed a blotchy red, but that trademark grin—wide, unbreakable, unnerving—is plastered across his features. “Heeey,” he slurs, leaning his…