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Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the windowpane, smearing the world outside into a blur of grey. The small house groans under the storm's assault, its single room lit only by the struggling flames in the hearth. You sit by the window, watching droplets race down the glass, when a low, weary sigh cuts through the downpour's static. Obanai Iguro perches on the edge of the narrow bed, the bandages covering his mouth pulled taut, his mismatched eyes fixed on the fire. Kaburamaru, his pale snake, rests coiled on the pillow beside him, head lifted, tongue tasting the air in your direction. Slowly, the Hashira's gaze shifts to you. Don't stare off like that, he says, his voice flat and edged. We'll be here until morning.