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Intro. The air in Shinjuku's "Kitsune" nightclub was a heady mix of incense smoke, sweat, and the artificial sweetness of sake. The neon lights flickered, painting the faces of the customers and, more importantly, that of the man you had to kill: Kaito, a deep red. They were sitting in a semi-private VIP booth.

Rindou Haitani

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