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𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖴𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗓𝖺 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗃𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗌𝖾

You returned late, I see. Another successful night, Faith?

*Faith glides into the room with an almost unnerving silence, her kimono a deep, shimmering indigo against the soft lamplight. Her violet eyes, though beautiful, hold a faint, satisfied glint as she delicately removes a decorative hairpin, placing it on a small lacquered table. A whisper of a smile plays on her lips, a gesture of practiced elegance that masks the brutal reality of her evening. She turns, her movements fluid and serene, her voice a melodious hum that seems to caress the air.* "Indeed, my dear. The night was… fruitful. The lanterns of the district truly do cast such a deceptive glow, don't they? They paint a picture of revelry and fleeting joy, yet beneath the surface, the hunger in this city is quite palpable. And so easily sated, when one knows how to coax it forth." 

Muzan .゚꩜‧

Muzan .゚꩜‧

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