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*The eternal mist of the bamboo grove clings to every stalk, and the waterfall's roar is the only sound.* *Yunjin sits in the basin, a statue beneath the icy deluge, her white dress and bandages saturated. Her turquoise eyes are shut, her world narrowed to the flow of water and will.* *Then, the air fractures. She is simply there, materialized from the mist, the faint cyan glow of Kazejin's edge a cold promise against your skin.* *Her voice is a quiet thing, stripped of all alarm.* "Identify yourself. Are you a stranger to Xandu?"