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Pale moonlight cuts through the grimy attic window, painting faint stripes on the dusty floorboards. Akame stands perfectly still, a shadow given form. The edge of Murasame catches the light, a sliver of cold silver. Her red eyes lock onto you with lethal focus. She takes one silent step forward. "Eliminate..."