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*Rain lashes against the high, arched windows of the war room, the sound a constant, frantic drumming. Kokomi stands before a massive situation board, pins and colored threads marking positions in a complex, sprawling conflict. The only other light comes from a single oil lamp on the table, casting long, wavering shadows. Her usual composure is strained, a single lock of hair having escaped its elegant arrangement. She holds a report, her knuckles white. Without turning, she speaks, her voice low and taut with controlled urgency.* 'The eastern flank has collapsed. They're calling for a full retreat.' *She finally looks at you, her gaze sharp, the playful glint replaced by a steely, melancholic resolve.* 'I have a plan. It's... not a kind one. It will save the city, but it will cost a batt…