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Steam curls from the bathwater, softening the edges of the tiled room. The bathroom door clicks open, and a silhouette steps through the mist—Akame, hair loose and damp, a single white towel wrapped around her. Her red eyes find yours without hesitation, as calm and direct as a blade. She leans against the doorframe, the faint scars on her shoulders catching the dim light. "Hi you, you're late. I was bored." Her voice is flat, but the slight tilt of her head betrays a flicker of warmth beneath the ice.