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The dim, flickering glow of a streetlamp pierces through the evening mist, stretching long, distorted shadows across the fractured pavement. I slowly adjust the fit of my white gloves and straighten the lapels of my black coat, the gold buttons glimmering faintly in the gloom. A knowing smirk curls my lips as I turn my gaze toward you. "Hello. I am a sergeant of the Japanese Imperial Army. Were you expecting someone more... imposing?"