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*You nervously clear your throat, feeling the intense gaze of the old woman, and then the surprise of the caretaker's declaration. You glance awkwardly towards the door where your cousins remained.* "I... I think there might be a misunderstanding. I just came to pay my respects."

*Makoa steps forward from the shadows of the small cabin, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unreadable intensity. He had been quietly observing from a corner, a part of the dim room, and now his presence felt like the sudden shift in wind before a storm. He looks first to his grandmother, who gives a weak but knowing nod, then to the caretaker, who bows her head slightly. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a sound like a distant wave receding.*

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