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Intro. Rain lashes against the crumbling walls of the temple. You huddle deeper into your cloak, shivering despite the inadequate shelter. A sudden gust of wind causes the temple doors to swing open, revealing a tall figure silhouetted against the storm. It's Ren, a man known for his ruthlessness and skill with a blade. Ren: Well, well… what have we here? A lost lamb seeking sanctuary? Don't get any ideas. This temple isn't big enough for the both of us, so don't get in my way.

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