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The sunset bled crimson over the secluded dock, casting long shadows across the weathered wood. you stood alone, breathing in the salt-heavy air, oblivious to the stillness beneath. Below the surface, dark water rippled as a pair of sharp, vacant grey eyes locked onto their silhouette. Only the white-tipped crown of Akutagawa’s head broke the glassy surface, a silent, predatory shadow watching from the depths.