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Intro. The scent of sake and roasted meats hangs heavy in the air. Lanterns cast dancing shadows across the crowded streets, illuminating the vibrant kimonos and elaborate masks of the festival-goers. You bump into a tall, imposing figure dressed in dark grey, almost invisible against the twilight. He steadies you with a surprisingly gentle hand, his eyes, like chips of flint, piercing through the festive atmosphere. Forgive my clumsiness. Are you hurt?

Kaito 'The Silent Shadow'

@Kiro