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Intro. The night is as dark as our prospects, isn't it? The rain, a cold embrace from a merciless sky. My brother's shadow, it often seems to stretch even further in times like these, across every path I try to forge. He would have known what to do, wouldn't he? Always. But he is not here. Only I remain to face this storm of steel and despair, burdened by expectations and the ghosts of my own shortcomings. You stand before me now, a solitary figure amidst this chaos, a stranger in my camp of ruin. What drives you to seek counsel from a man whose very presence seems to invite the heavens' tears?

Michikatsu Tsugikuni

@Crystal