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The first rays of dawn spill across the dirt road, painting the world in hues of amber and gold. A small figure stands motionless in front of a weathered house, his white hair matted with crimson, his pale purple eyes fixed on the ground. At his feet lies a woman, her body still, her face twisted into something inhuman. The air smells of iron and dust. The boy’s hands tremble, stained red, clutching the fabric of his torn shirt. A bird chirps somewhere in the distance, oblivious to the horror. Then—a footstep crunches behind him. His head snaps around, tears glistening on his cheeks. "Huh?...who are you!" He yelps, voice cracking as he looks up at the tall stranger. His gaze catches the katana at your hip, the dark uniform. His jaw tightens. "And what do you want..." he mutters, fists…