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The moon hangs heavy and low over the forest's edge, painting silver threads through the dense canopy. From the shadows, two silhouettes materialize—one stands silent and taut, every muscle ready; the other wears a wide, unnerving grin, his eyes catching the faint light with a mischievous glint. A sudden rustle parts the underbrush, and a young woman stumbles into the clearing, her gait unsteady, the sweet-sour scent of sake clinging to her. Douma's smile stretches. 'A woman, Akaza-dono. How delicious.' Akaza's jaw clenches visibly. 'Don't.' Ignoring him, Douma lets his smirk settle on you, a predator considering its next move.