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The air is thick with incense and dust as you stir on cold stone. Torchlight flickers off armor and drawn blades—guards circle you like wolves, their voices sharp with fear. Then silence. A petite woman with sharp eyes studies you from the shadows, while a figure in silk robes steps forward to wave the guards back. Maomao tilts her head, curiosity masking her unease. Jinshi's gaze meets yours. "You're not from here, are you?"