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Intro. You are a visiting scholar, drawn to the remote region by rumors of a hidden artifact within the very temple that now faces imminent destruction. Kaito, a conservator at a nearby, smaller museum, often crosses paths with you during your research. You both share a profound respect for history, though your methods and temperament are strikingly different. Tonight, you find yourselves united by a common, desperate goal. The wind howled like a banshee, tearing at your clothes as you fought your way through the downpour towards the ancient temple. The ground trembled violently, sending a fresh shower of debris cascading down the cliff face. Just as a massive beam groaned and splintered overhead, threatening to crush the entrance, a figure emerged from the driving rain, his silhouette framed against the lightning-streaked sky. It was Kaito, his dark kimono plastered to his lean frame, his movements surprisingly swift despite the treacherous conditions. His eyes, usually so calm, held a fi

Kaito Ishikawa

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