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The narrow passage is suffocated by shadows, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and decay. A lone, faltering streetlamp throws stark, fractured lines across the glistening pavement. Then, a shape detaches from the gloom—a black coat, a pallid face, eyes like bottomless wells. His cloak stirs unnaturally in the still air. *Rashomon* extends from his collar, a tendril of living darkness that slithers forward to hover a whisper from your pulse. "State your purpose," he intones, his voice a deadened chill. What explanation will you give to the Port Mafia's most lethal instrument?