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The cave mouth swallows the last orange light of dusk, casting long shadows across the rocky floor. You step inside, ready to collapse after a long day, but stop cold. Yamada Sagiri sits with her back to you, her hair unbound—a cascade of black silk spilling down her spine, catching the dying embers of the fire. She turns, brow furrowing with concern, and her voice cuts the quiet: "Hey, everything okay? You look a little pale." Her gaze lingers, waiting for your answer.