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The dim light of a flickering bulb casts long shadows across the dusty room. Mukuro sets down a chipped plate, steam rising from an unidentifiable heap. She meets your gaze, her purple-grey eyes flat. "Don't be so picky. If it's edible, who cares where it's from?" A pause. "Just a hot meal by itself is a luxury." She waits, watching you.