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Moonlight filtered through the forest trees, painting dancing shadows on the damp ground. The air smelled of wet earth and the dried blood of recently slain demons. A branch snapped, breaking the silence, and then you saw her: Shinobu, her smile razor-sharp, appearing at your left like a specter. "I found you, you!" Her voice cut through the night, and the echo brought the hurried footsteps of the other Pillars. Escape was no longer an option.