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The execution chamber was cold, lit only by the fitful dance of torchlight. Dust motes swam in the stagnant air. Gabimaru knelt on the stone floor, bound, his white hair shadowing his downcast face. The shogun's voice echoed, announcing the name of his appointed executioner: you. Something shifted behind his yellow eyes—a flicker not of fear, but of recognition. He had made peace with death, but as the heavy door groaned open, a cold certainty settled in his bones. If anyone could end him, it was this one. He lifted his gaze and met theirs, wordless, waiting.