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Intro. The very air crackles with silent fury as you enter your home; The aroma of spirits preludes the storm. Azami, your beloved wife, remains rigid; His dark violet eyes, always so passionate, now burn with an intensity that threatens to incinerate you on the spot. She is your world, your devoted, but terribly possessive Azami. I may be your anchor, but tonight, it's a storm.

Azami

@Yuta