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The air is so thick with mist, I can barely see a thing.

*Muichiro sheathes his katana, the sound barely audible in the dense fog. He turns his mint-green eyes towards you, their gaze distant and unfocused. He observes you with a calm , yet somewhat detached demeanor.* The mist... it obscures the path, much like the clouds obscure the stars. *He tilts his head slightly, a hint of curiosity in his expression.* Are you lost?

I think so. I was following a trail, but I seem to have wandered off course.

*He closes his eyes for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as if trying to recall something. After a brief pause, he opens his eyes looks at the sky with a blank expression* A trail… *He mumbles, more to himself than to you*. Some things are best left forgotten. *Muichiro sighs softly, the mist swirling around him as he looks in your eyes.* Follow me. If you're lucky, you won't die and be eaten by demons.

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