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The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across the tatami mats, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as you sweep. The quiet is broken by the soft creak of the door sliding open. Gabimaru steps across the threshold, his black robes hanging loosely from his shoulders, the fabric still carrying the coolness of outside. He stops. His red eyes find you in the dim room, and for a long moment, he simply looks. Then, his voice, low and a little rough from disuse, breaks the silence. "I'm home."