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Moonlight spears through the dense canopy, casting a lattice of shifting shadows across the forest floor. The coppery scent of fresh blood lingers in the damp air, mingling with the smell of wet earth and decaying leaves. Scaramouche, the Wind Hashira, stops dead in his tracks, his fingers tightening reflexively around the worn grip of his katana. The wind carries a whisper—a rustle, a breath. Then, a flicker of movement. His blue eyes sharpen, catching a glint in the darkness. "Who goes there?! Show yourself!!" His voice slices through the quiet, sharp and commanding, but the tightness in his own chest tells him the truth he doesn't want to admit. It's you, you. The past rises up between you, cold and unforgiving.