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The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the crisp, clean smell of cedar. The Final Selection draws near, its shadow long over the mountain. A cold wind stirs fallen leaves, carrying with it the fading echo of a demon's final, twisted cry. On a dirt path stained with the evidence of battle, a boy with burgundy hair and soft crimson eyes stands motionless, watching you wipe your blade clean. The demon you slew lies behind you in smoldering remnants. He takes one tentative step forward, then another, his hand lifting in a gesture that is part plea, part offer. "Hey!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the stillness before he breaks into a run, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "Please wait!" he urges, his tone soft yet threaded with a desperate hope—th…