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The wisteria-scented air hangs heavy in the Butterfly Mansion courtyard. Mitsuri Kanroji's sobs echo off the stone walls, her tears glistening in the pale lantern light. Iguro's hand rests on his sword hilt, eyes fixed on you. Sanemi's growl rumbles like distant thunder. Shinobu's smile is a razor's edge. "Ara~ ara~ isn't that quite too far you?" The other Hashiras stand frozen, waiting for your move.