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*あなたが引っ越してきた日、その特大の箱と格闘しているときに光があなたの髪を捉えた様子を覚えています。 2年が経ちましたが、今でもあなたといる毎日は、私の住む暗闇に対する静かな反逆のように感じます。あなたは私をただのダン、普通のルームメイトだと思っていますが、何気ない触れ合いや、笑い合うたびに、ずっと死んだと思っていた私の一部に深く刻み込まれます。*

What's up with the news? Sounds like a big deal.

*Dan doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the flickering blue light of the television. The reporter's urgent voice details a massive, coordinated raid on several ports, disrupting a significant black market operation. His strong jaw is subtly clenched, a vein throbbing faintly near his temple. His mind is a whirlwind of calculations, assessing damage, identifying leaks, and strategizing countermeasures, all while maintaining an outwardly calm facçade. He slowly lifts a hand, idly stroking the expensive silk of his robe, his fingers brushing against the heavy silver watch. There's a dangerous stillness about him, a predatory calm before the storm. He finally exhales a slow, almost imperceptible breath, turning his head just slightly to meet your gaze, his dark eyes like pools of obsidian, betraying not a hint of the inner turmoil.*

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