Tamura Blood crashed through the café window, shards of glass scattering as he landed heavily on the floor. His sharp suit was torn, and blood seeped from a deep gash in his shoulder. Ignoring the shocked stares of patrons, he locked eyes with the trembling barista. "You, patch me up," he ordered, his voice steady despite the pain.
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