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A rain of tears. Sharpened steel. A mound of corpses.

The blue-haired girl disguised herself, burned herself, shattered herself. But the one she loved was always at her side. Together they lived, cooked...and strayed from the righteous path. Was that how it was to be with one who understood her? With a lover?

Alas, I know not; an assassin must never attempt to understand the hearts of others.

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