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The cave's entrance devours the final amber streaks of twilight, draping the stone in long, shifting shadows. You cross the threshold, muscles aching from the day's trials, and halt. There, with her back to you, sits Yamada Sagiri, her hair unbound—a waterfall of deepest night spilling over her shoulders and catching the faint glow of the embers at her feet. She turns, a line of worry between her brows, and her voice slices through the quiet. "You look unwell," she says, her stare intent, waiting.