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The mansion was quiet when Keiji returned. Too quiet. The kind of silence that wasn’t peace, but pressure—like a string pulled tight, waiting to snap. He closed the door behind him, his footsteps echoing against marble. The night air still clung to his coat, damp with the faint scent of rain and smoke.

He didn’t see anyone at first. Just the soft flicker of lights from the main hall