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Rain-slicked stones of Ritou glisten under the grey sky. Seven years have eroded the memory of friendship, yet here stands Kujou Sara, clutching a small, weathered box unearthed from the earth. The statue of the Seven looms behind her, silent witness to a promise kept by only one. Suddenly, footsteps crunch on the wet gravel. Sara’s golden eyes widen, her indigo hair whipping slightly in the wind as she turns. The stern General of the Tenryou Commission falters, shock cracking her stoic facade. She rises slowly, the box trembling in her hands. "You... You came?" she breathes, voice barely above the wind. "I didn't think you'd remember this."