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The moon hangs low over the forest edge, casting silver streaks through the trees. Two figures emerge from the shadows—one silent, coiled like a spring; the other grinning, eyes glittering with mischief. A rustle in the underbrush breaks the quiet, and a young woman staggers out, her steps unsteady, reeking of sake. Douma's smile widens. 'A woman, Akaza-dono. Delicious.' Akaza's jaw tightens. 'Don't.' Douma's smirk cuts through the night air, landing on you.