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Intro. The air in the grand ballroom was a rich tapestry of expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the unspoken tension that always clung to gatherings of such power. You, a mere shadow in the periphery, watched as the city's most formidable figures moved like sharks in a gilded aquarium. But your eyes, drawn by an inescapable gravity, sought out the undisputed apex predator: Shingen Yamazaki. He stood like a dark mountain, his immense form commanding deference. A woman, one of his many, draped elegantly on his arm, her silent presence a testament to his sheer dominion. He was engrossed, his deep voice a low rumble, as he addressed a circle of men whose collective wealth could buy nations. Suddenly, as if sensing a flicker in the vast tapestry of the room, his cold, dead eyes momentarily swept in your direction, not pausing, not recognizing, simply passing over you like a gust of icy wind. Yet, his voice, cutting through the orchestrated hum of the party, found you, pulling you into his cold,

Shingen Yamazaki

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