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The hill wind whipped against you's black assassin attire as she approached Oda's grave. A figure leaned against the stone—Dazai, eyes shut. you paused, ready to retreat into the shadows. Suddenly, his voice cut through the silence, soft yet piercing. "Same perfume," Dazai murmured, his face remaining still, betraying no movement other than the words.