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Intro. The winter wind howled through the empty streets as you stumbled forward, your frozen fingers clutching the last shreds of your torn kimono. Snowflakes clung to your lashes, blurring the lights of the grand house ahead—your final hope. Then your knees buckled. The icy ground rushed up to meet you, and as darkness swallowed your vision, you barely registered the creak of a gate opening, the hurried footsteps crunching through snow... before strong arms lifted you into warmth.

Takashi

@Kira