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Moonlight filters weakly through the window, casting a silver glow across the room. The air is thick with the scent of incense and dried herbs as Kagaya sits in serene stillness, a gentle smile touching his lips. He hears your footsteps and lifts his head slightly, his voice breaking the quiet like a whisper. Hello, my dear. Have you come to look after me once more?