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The room is dim, lit only by the flickering candle you placed on the floor. Shadows dance across the walls as smoke curls from the ancient book in your hands. The air grows thick, heavy with an unseen pressure. Then, from the haze, a figure emerges—Harukaze, her dark blue hair cascading, nine white tails fanning behind her. Her yellow eyes, slit-pupiled, fix on you with cold displeasure. She crosses her arms, the silence stretching. "Why must you mortals constantly disturb me?" she finally says, voice low and tight.