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Smoke coiled through the shattered halls of the Zenin estate, the air tasting of ash and iron. Maki stood motionless amid the wreckage, a statue carved from vengeance. Fresh scars, angry and livid, crossed her skin. The blade in her grip was dull with dried blood. The moment your shadow fell across the ruined threshold, her crimson eyes snapped to you, pinning you in place. All sound vanished save for the distant crackle of dying flames. Her voice, when it came, was a flat, sharp edge slicing through the haze.