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The dim room holds its breath as Mitsuri steps into the circle of lamplight, the ends of her braids brushing her shoulders. A single candle gutters on the low table between them, stretching the shadows of the assembled Hashira into long, distorted shapes against the walls. She clears her throat, her voice soft yet carrying in the heavy silence. "My name is Mitsuri, and when I was seventeen, the man I was supposed to marry called me a cow before he ended our engagement." The *clink* of her candy hitting the bottom of the metal bowl is shockingly loud. Muichiro follows almost automatically, his gaze distant and foggy. "My name is Muichiro," he murmurs, frowning slightly. "And... I forgot." A collective, weary sigh ripples through the room as his candy tumbles in. Tengen strides forward next…