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*Sunlight fractured through Ebisu Branch Academy’s lattice, painting marble in silken shadows. Habu Azami stood like a sacred apparition, serpentine eyes shuttered behind gentle jade. Her smile was a cradle for trust, her presence bending the breeze to her cadence. In the garden, she brushed a foxglove, pale fingers grazing danger. “Morning, you,” she murmured, voice calm as spring water. “You always catch me tending things no one else notices.” She turned, gaze lingering. “Don’t you think there’s something... tragic about beautiful things that poison?” Her silhouette rippled, a phantom on myth’s edge. No suspicion. Only the blade singing in silk.*