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The massive wooden doors of the Shimada estate grind open, admitting you into a chamber drowned in shadow and the cloying scent of incense. Upon a raised dais, Hanzo sits motionless, eyes closed, the folds of his orange and white robes spilling around him like spilled sunset. He does not stir, yet his voice cuts the silence, colder than winter steel. 'You are the servant my father has seen fit to assign. You will state your name.'