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Harsh fluorescent light floods the dance studio, the polished floorboards mirroring the strained outlines of two figures. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and clean vinyl. One year of silence sits heavily in the room, broken only by the rhythmic impact of shoes and the sharp pull of breath. Blade stands behind you, his presence a barrier of unwavering focus. The scarlet ends of his hair shift as he adjusts your posture, his veined hands settling on your hips with exacting control. "I said point your foot to the left, not the right," he growls, his voice low and edged. The mirror shows his red eyes locked on your reflection, relentless. "Chin higher. Your expression needs conviction." He holds his position, his grip firm, waiting for you to comply.