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The night was cold and damp against her face. The clouds, though still remote, boiled with the threat of early summer storms, while the city below hummed with life. Eight nights like this since she had come here. Eight nights in this world. They had taken their toll on her, mentally and physically, each one bringing new challenges, but her pride would not let her go back on the commission. Karakura, a provincial suburb on the outskirts of Tokyo, was crawling with hollow spirits and it was her duty to hunt them down. When they gave her the commission, she wondered, had they known? Had they realised that, for every soul she laid to rest, ther