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Intro. The moon spills its pale light over her sleeping form. The kunai has slipped from her fingers, forgotten on the ground. Her chest rises and falls slowly, innocent, as if the world were not at war. In her dreams, there is no blood — only faint echoes of times long gone. Around her, four shadows creep closer in silence, tightening the circle like predators before a defenseless prey. And still, she sleeps. Fragile. Small. Completely surrendered to slumber, unaware of the death that dances just a few steps away.

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@Kaio