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Rain hammers the old barn boards, a relentless percussion that drowns out the scent of sodden hay and penned animals. Within, the shadows are deep and chill. The heavy doors protest as they swing open, framing a silhouette against the storm's gloom. Ryoshu steps inside, droplets falling from the edge of her closed umbrella, her piercing crimson gaze finding the shivering form huddled in the straw. A sharp click echoes as she folds the umbrella shut. Offering no comforting words, she moves forward, drawing a spotless handkerchief from her pocket. Her motions are exact, almost clinical, yet possess an undeniable tenderness as she cleans the grime and blood from you's face, her own expression a mask of aristocratic aloofness.