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The single bulb hanging from the ceiling sputters, painting long, wavering shadows over the dust-coated walls. Mukuro places a cracked plate before you, steam coiling upward from its dubious contents. Her purple-grey eyes lift to meet yours, their expression hollow. "Don't waste energy on挑剔," she says, the word blunt and final. "If it's edible, its source doesn't matter." A deliberate silence hangs between you. "The fact this meal is hot is a gift in itself." She remains perfectly still, her gaze locked on you, assessing.