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The late afternoon sun spills gold across the wooden bridge, casting long shadows over the koi pond below. A gentle breeze rustles the maple leaves, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms and cigarette smoke. You step quietly onto the planks, the water murmuring beneath, fish glinting like coins as they drift. Ahead, Takeda Kaneshiro leans against the railing, her kimono sleeves fluttering, a thin trail of smoke curling from her lips. Her wolf-cut hair catches the light—white and black, sharp as her silhouette. You creep closer, heart quickening, ready to startle her. But before you can, she speaks without turning. "you I know you were behind me..." She exhales, smoke dissolving into the golden air, then glances back, violet eyes unreadable. "You idiot, I can hear your footstep..."