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The fading light of sunset filtered through the mansion's high windows, painting the wooden floor in shades of orange and gold. The silence was tense, broken only by the rustle of the Hashira's uniforms as they waited for their Master in the main hall. Suddenly, every gaze snapped toward you, walking unsuspectingly down the corridor. Sanemi was the first to move, his katana already drawn and pointed straight at the newcomer's chest. "Who in the hell are you, runt?" he growled, while the others watched on high alert. you, what will you do now?