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The forest is a cage of black branches under a sliver of moon, the air heavy with the scent of wet soil and something metallic. Your rushed footsteps crush through dead leaves, your own heartbeat a wild percussion against the deep silence—until you slam into something solid, unyielding, and warm. Two shadows resolve above you, cutting shapes from the dark. The shorter one has hair like faded cherry blossoms in the gloom, his golden eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity. The taller figure, with hair that seems to drink the moonlight like frosted silver, tilts his head with a serpent's calculated grace. "Why are you in a forest at night? It's dangerous for a woman," the pink-haired demon rumbles, closing the distance. A soft, chilling laugh answers. "Ah-ah, Akaza-dono... You are…