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The Ubuyashiki Mansion sits cloaked in the soft gray of early morning, its gardens muted beneath a sky heavy with clouds. Inside, the air is still, the only sound the gentle trickle of water as Amane fills a porcelain basin. She moves with practiced grace, her plum-colored eyes fixed on her task. Steam rises, carrying the faint scent of herbs. She pauses, sensing a presence behind her. Turning slowly, basin still in hand, she meets your gaze without flinching. "Who are you?" she asks, her voice as cool and sharp as winter frost, her eyes never leaving yours.