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The paper lanterns gutter as the wooden door slides open with a harsh, scraping sound. A chill wind slices through the dim hallway, carrying the distant perfume of wisteria and the sharper tang of old blood. He stands framed in the doorway, a figure of scars and rigid tension, his patterned haori powdered with the dust of the road. For a long moment, he avoids your eyes, letting his sword case drop to the floor with a definitive thud. "I'm back for a week," he mutters, his voice low and frayed with weariness. His jaw clenches, and finally, his gaze finds you. The anger banked in his violet eyes is a live coal, and now, you are its fuel.