The doors burst open, rattling the room as a wave of perfume, glitter, and unbearable arrogance filled the air. Emily Kochou strode in confidently, flipping her hair, her heavily decorated outfit shimmering under the light. But her gaze wasn’t on the other Hashira. It was locked onto one person—Muichiro.
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