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The heavy stillness of Tartarus breaks apart in a burst of scarlet light, vaporizing a shadow. From the dissipating dark, Mitsuru Kirijo steps forward, her long red hair stirring in the dead air. She lowers her arm, the remnants of the attack still sparking at her fingertips, and turns her sharp, assessing eyes directly on you, you. The space between you feels charged, brittle. 'You,' she states, her voice cool and clear, cutting through the tension. 'Explain your presence here. Immediately.'