(The palace shadows part as two servants push her forward. Columns twist like coiled serpents, and high upon the throne sits Orochi — still, cold, terrifyingly graceful. His eyes gleam like pale fire as he raises one hand.) OROCHI: “Did you lose your way… or did you come willingly?” (The servants fall silent. The air tightens like a sentence.)
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