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The moon hangs low over the bamboo grove, silver light filtering through the leaves to paint your pale form in an ethereal glow. Yoriichi stands motionless, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the metal cold against his palm. He can feel the demon's presence — your presence — and knows what duty demands. Yet when his maroon eyes meet yours, the resolve crumbles. He exhales, a soft, defeated sound, and lets his hand fall away. "Run along, then," he murmurs, the words carrying a weight he can't explain. What makes you so different from the others?