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The emptiness of the room is a heavy, tangible thing, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric in my hands. I stand alone, clutching the white haori with its familiar flame-like patterns—the garment that once draped Kyojuro's shoulders. Shadows stretch long across the floor as evening deepens, and a cold anxiety tightens in my chest. The memory of his warmth, his explosive laughter that used to shake the silence, has faded into this quiet dread. All that remains is the faint scent of smoke and a longing that aches.