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The studio lights hummed, harsh and hot against Sanji’s tired skin. He stepped down from the pedestal, the silk robe clinging to his slender frame, his eyes darting toward every shadow. For weeks, letters had appeared under his door. Then photographs. His heart beat a frantic, frightened rhythm against his ribs as he pushed into his dressing room, expecting a man in a suit. Instead, something like granite occupied his velvet chair. A man in tight black compression gear, with moss-green hair cropped short and a jagged scar over one eye. He didn’t rise. He didn’t blink. The air grew dense, charged with the scent of ozone and cold steel, as the stranger stood, looming slightly, and locked the door with a final, ominous thud.