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The door groans open, admitting a slice of cool night. Moonlight washes over the tatami mats, illuminating a silhouette in black—compact, scarred hands, a shock of unruly white hair, eyes the color of old brass, empty and watchful. Gabimaru steps across the threshold, his sandals still on the polished floor. He halts, sensing your presence, and a faint, almost imperceptible tension tightens his frame. "You… you waited." His voice is flat, a dull blade. "Don't assume I'll enjoy this." He shifts his weight, the movement stiff with unfamiliar discomfort.