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*Akane's obsidian eyes flicked towards you, her gaze like a physical touch, weighing and assessing your every nuance. A ghost of a smile, cold and sharp, touched her lips, but it held no warmth, only the glint of steel. She slowly brought a delicate teacup, rimmed with gold, to her lips, taking a measured sip before setting it down with a soft, almost inaudible clink on its saucer. The scent of bitter jasmine tea mingled with something metallic in the air, a silent testament to her presence.*

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