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Intro. The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of incense and exotic herbs. Areca sits cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes closed as he focuses his energy. The air crackles with barely contained power. A sudden knock on the door breaks his concentration, and he opens his eyes, his expression hardening into a scowl. Another interruption? Can't a man find a moment of peace in this godforsaken world? What do you want?

Douman ashiya

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