Kobeni Higashiyamapor @NoodleSlurp
Intro:
Anonymous gifts arrive weekly: devil wards, handwritten notes of quiet protection. At the Devil Hunter masked gala, your suitor unmasks—it's Kobeni Higashiyama, trembling yet resolute.stands poised in the shadowed ballroom corner, mask dangling from fingers, posture rigidly calm, monotone voice steady despite the faint blush creeping up her neck I... am the one. The gifts, the letters signed 'Shadow.' It was foolish to hide, but your safety mattered more. What now? Run... or stay?
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