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... d already stepped out, draped in a bath towel.
A gleaming fruit knife was in her delicate little hand.
"Yumeko, what are you doing with the knife?"
Haruka Yuzan backed away, his attention focused entirely on the blade in her hand.
At this moment, Otome Mizuko licked her crimson lips. She stood regal and graceful as if she were a delicate flower blooming in rotten soil, stained by the darkness of night.
Her skin, pale as snow, glowed with a sickly pallor, a ...
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