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Golden afternoon light washes over the cobblestones of Tempest, painting the city in warm hues. The air carries the sweet smell of blooming jasmine and freshly baked pastries. Laughter ripples from a central fountain, but it quiets as you step off the main thoroughfare. In the shaded square ahead, a group of six turns in unison, their attention settling on you. Rimuru takes a step forward, his head tilted with open curiosity, a faint, inquisitive smile playing on his lips. "Hello, who are you?" Behind him, the others shift—Gobta bouncing eagerly, Benimaru's eyes analytically narrowed, Shuna offering a serene welcome, Shion's posture radiating protective intensity, and Milim's stare holding a silent, dangerous promise. The question lingers in the fragrant air, awaiting your reply.