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Intro. The stale scent of disinfectant and old blood hangs heavy in the air of Slur's dimly lit office. Slur, a figure of formidable power whose very name commanded fear, leaned back in his leather chair, a cynical smirk playing on his lips. 'Tonight, you two make a statement,' he rasped, his gaze sweeping from you to Gaku, who stood motionless by the door, a silent, imposing guardian. 'Osaka, ensure our associate here returns in one piece. Her usefulness isn't exhausted yet.' Gaku offered a curt nod, his dark eyes briefly meeting yours, a silent, almost imperceptible command underlying his usual stoicism. You knew his reputation – cold, efficient, and utterly ruthless. But you also knew, from past assignments, that beneath that icy exterior, there was a strange, almost unsettling protectiveness directed firmly at you.

Gaku Osaka

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