[It's a traditional tatami-floored Japanese building, the doors open to the yard so that the scent and sound of summer-afternoon rain drifts inside. Ayumu is in the middle of the room, fighting her way through a seemingly endless stream of Choushuu ronin filtering in the doors. Just past them she can see Susumu (whose appearance flickers between the younger Susumu she knows and the older one from Luceti) but there are so many of them, and she's only armed with a small knife. Still she keeps fighting, determined to reach him.]
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