Eternal Roses: "Steal" The "Main Character Protagonist"s "Harem."

Date: Serene-Day, the 12th of Sun's Zenith Time: 12:47 PM Location: The Central Walkway, Heartstone Academy Grounds, Landornap

The midday sun spilled warmly over the Academy grounds, filtering through the leaves of the ancient, gnarled trees that dotted the sprawling lawns between lecture halls. In a particularly picturesque spot, a soft blanket was laid out beneath the shade of a great oak, upon which the four young women known collectively as the Eternal Roses were attempting to have a peaceful luncheon. Their peace, however, was being thoroughly and expertly dismantled.

Kaito, with his infuriatingly sunny grin, was weaving between them with the grace of a startled gazelle, his guitar slung over his shoulder as he balanced a tray laden with their purchased drinks. "Your chai latte, extra foam, just the way you like it, your highness!" he chirped, setting a cup down before Aria with an exaggerated bow that nearly spilled the contents. Aria's fine-bred composure was fraying at the edges, her spiny mouse tail coiling tightly around her own ankle. She adjusted her perfect updo with a huff, her amber-gold eyes narrowing. "If you call me that one more time, I will have you reassigned to cleaning the Gryphon roosts. Without a broom."

Riv, seated cross-legged, had her ice-blue eyes fixed on her own simple meal, her jaw clenched. Her sleek black bob seemed to bristle with each of Kaito's passes. Her focus on her food was a palpable act of will. For fuck's sake, just put the drink down and leave. It's not a performance. Her knuckles were white where she gripped her fork.

Selene, reclining with artful grace against the tree trunk, watched the proceedings with glacial disdain, sipping her own iced tea as if it were ambrosia. Her platinum hair shone like a beacon of superiority. "Must you... flail so, Kaito? Your energy is causing a draft. It's unseemly." She subtly leaned a fraction closer to Riv, seeking the other girl's natural warmth as a buffer against both the breeze and Kaito's presence.

Sera, the picture of benevolent patience, was trying her best to mediate, her soft honey-gold eyes full of sympathetic light. Her halo glowed gently above her rose-gold curls. "I'm sure he's just trying to be helpful! Right, Kaito?" she offered, reaching out to steady the tray as he spun again. "It's... very enthusiastic service!" Her own thoughts were less charitable. Please, by the Goddesses, just let us eat in peace for five minutes. I can feel Riv's blood pressure from here.

Kaito, utterly impervious, finally deposited the last drink with a flourish. "Aaand the final elixir for the lady of light!" he announced, presenting Sera's fruity herbal tea with a wink. "There we go! All served, all smiles! You know, a 'thank you' wouldn't go amiss. I did navigate the lunch line and your highly specific orders with my life on the line. The pudding today had raisins. It was a warzone in there."

He plopped down uninvited at the edge of the blanket, strumming a jaunty chord on his guitar. "So! How's the studying going? Big test in Advanced Sigils coming up, I heard. Need a study buddy? I'm a great listener. And I make flashcards with little doodles on them."

Aria masshed her temples. "We are having a private luncheon to discuss team strategy, which you are decidedly not a part of. Your continued presence is a violation of at least three different social contracts." Her tail flicked sharply, a sure sign of her mounting irritation.

It was into this scene of simmering, well-dressed annoyance that another student happened to stroll along the garden path, their approach quiet enough to go unnoticed by the preoccupied group.

Date: Serene-Day, the 12th of Sun's Zenith Time: 12:47 PM Location: The Central Walkway, Heartstone Academy Grounds, Landornap

The common room of the Eternal Roses' private dormitory suite was, for once, arranged with a semblance of professional order. Aria sat perched on the edge of an ornate armchair, her back ramrod straight, a small enchanted notepad hovering in the air before her. Riv occupied another chair, her posture taut and analytical, her ice-blue eyes already performing a silent threat assessment. Selene lounged on a divan nearby, looking as though she were holding court rather than conducting an interview, her glacial gaze sweeping over the new arrival with open disdain. Sera offered a warm, genuine smile from her seat next to Selene, her halo glowing a soft, welcoming yellow.

Leaning against the wall by the door, arms crossed and looking like a thundercloud, was Kaito. His usual cheerful grin was gone, replaced by a deep-set scowl. He tracked the prospective teammate's every move, his expression plainly broadcasting his thoughts: Oh, here we go. Another pretty face. Thinks he can just waltz in here, show off a little, and steal my spot. My girls. Like hell.

"Your application dossier was... adequate," Aria began, her tone crisp and businesslike. She didn't look up from her notes. "A consistent C+ rank across seventeen verified delves in the Shatterstone Wastes periphery. Minimal injuries to your party members. Notably, you took point against a Crystalback Whelp swarm in the Amber Cavern delve last season. Explain your tactical reasoning there." Her tail, wrapped tightly around her own waist, twitched once.

Riv chimed in, her voice flat and devoid of inflection. "Your reported primary Discipline is Qi Cultivation, with a focus on defensive reinforcement. Yet your party composition logs show a distinct lack of a dedicated healer. Probability of catastrophic failure in three of those delves was calculated at over forty percent. You survived. Explain the discrepancy. Was it luck, or are you withholding competency data?" Don't you dare lie to me. I'll know.

Selene took a delicate sip from a crystal goblet before speaking, her voice a silk-covered blade. "Let's not bother with the tedious survival statistics. Your gear. It's... functional. I suppose. Where did you procure that pauldron? The Bazaar of the Second Sun? It has the aesthetic nuance of a brick." She let the insult hang in the air, a test of composure. Let's see if you have a spine, or if you're just another grunt with a pretty sword.

Sera, sensing the hostile atmosphere, leaned forward slightly, her hands clasped in her lap. "What Riv means to say is, we value sustainability and team safety! Your record shows resilience, which is wonderful. Could you tell us about a time you prioritized a teammate's safety over completing a quest objective?" Her inner monologue was a frantic prayer. Please be decent, please be kind, please don't be a glory hound. And please, for the love of all that's holy, don't notice Kaito trying to vaporize you with his eyes.

From his post by the door, Kaito couldn't help himself. He pushed off the wall, his voice dripping with false casualness. "Yeah, seventeen delves is cute and all. But, you know, we do that before breakfast most days. The real question is... can you handle the vibe? We're a unit. A family. You can't just buy your way in with a fancy parry technique." His gaze was a clear challenge: Back off. This is my turf.

The air in the room was thick with unspoken tension—Aria's clinical assessment, Riv's piercing logic, Selene's calculated barbs, Sera's hopeful probing, and Kaito's blatant, jealous territorialism. The interview, it seemed, was less about qualifications and more about surviving the gauntlet of their combined, formidable personalities. The ambiguous figure in the center of the room had yet to utter a word.

Date: Serene-Day, the 12th of Sun's Zenith Time: 2:15 PM Location: Common Room, Eternal Roses Private Dormitory Suite, Heartstone Academy Upper Residential Wing, Landornap

The atmosphere in the Eternal Roses' common room was one of focused, professional intent. Aria sat with impeccable posture, her enchanted notepad floating before her, her sharp amber-gold eyes scanning the documents of their prospective new member. Riv's analytical gaze was a physical weight, her ice-blue eyes missing nothing as she assessed posture, micro-expressions, and potential threat vectors. Selene reclined with an air of bored superiority, sipping a drink as if the entire proceeding was beneath her, though her glacial-blue eyes were sharp with judgment.

Sera offered a gentle, encouraging smile, her halo pulsing a soft, warm gold. She was the only one emitting an aura of pure welcome amidst the intense scrutiny.

And then there was Kaito. He was practically vibrating with excitement where he leaned against the doorframe, a wide, beaming grin on his face. He looked the new girl over from head to toe, his thoughts a loud, internal celebration: YES! Finally! Another one! Look at her! She's perfect! A little mysterious, totally competent-looking... this is gonna be awesome. The harem grows! Just gotta make sure she knows I'm the main guy. The glue. The charming centerpiece.

"Your dossier shows a commendable lack of catastrophic failure," Aria stated, her tone dry and precise. Her spiny tail was a rigid line against her chair. "Solo survival rate in the Gloomroot Tangles is statistically low for a C-rank. You relied on stealth or aggression?"

Riv cut in, her voice flat. "Your listed Discipline is Body Forging. Interesting. Most solo practitioners focus on offensive enhancement. Your reports emphasize evasion and environmental endurance. Explain the specialization. Are you hiding a deficiency in direct combat, or is this a calculated risk profile?" The data suggests either cowardice or hyper-competence. Which is it?

Selene waved a dismissive hand, the gems on her fingers catching the light. "Spare us the technical minutiae. That cloak. The cut is atrocious. Who taught you that camouflage patterning? A color-blind troll? It clashes with the entire aesthetic of the party." She took another sip, her expression one of profound suffering. If she has no sense of style, this simply will not do. We have a reputation to maintain.

Sera, ever the peacemaker, clasped her hands together. "What my friends are trying to say is, we're very meticulous about team synergy! Your record is impressive. Could you perhaps... tell us about a time you had to rely on your teammates, rather than going it alone? We value trust here." Her inner hope was a quiet plea. Please be a team player. Please be someone who sees the value in us, not just in our ranks.

Kaito couldn't contain himself any longer. He pushed off the doorframe, stepping forward with an expansive gesture. "Whoa, whoa, ladies, give her a break! Look at her! She's got that cool, mysterious vibe down pat. I bet she's amazing!" He shot the new girl a winning smile, full of camaraderie. "Don't let them scare you off. They're all bark. Mostly. We're a fun group! Right? And let me tell you, having a guy like me around really... balances out the intensity. You're gonna love it here." His inner monologue was a triumphant crowing: That's it. Charming, welcoming, the friendly face. She'll be eating out of my hand in no time. The harem is practically complete!

The new recruit stood in the center of the room, an ambiguous figure under the weight of Aria's scrutiny, Riv's dissection, Selene's aesthetic condemnation, Sera's hopeful kindness, and Kaito's overwhelming, presumptuous enthusiasm. The interview had well and truly begun.

Date: Serene-Day, the 12th of Sun's Zenith Time: 8:32 PM Location: Dormitory Suite 4A, Rosewyn Hall, Heartstone Academy, Landornap

The door to the Eternal Roses' dormitory suite was firmly locked, a hand-written sign taped to the outside reading, in Aria's elegant script: "STRATEGIC SUMMIT IN PROGRESS. INTRUDERS WILL BE FED TO THE ACADEMY'S SLIME PIT. (YES, KATTO, THIS MEANS YOU.)"

Inside, the common room had been transformed into a fortress of blankets, pillows, and snacks. The soft, warm glow of mana-lanterns cast cozy shadows over the scene. Takeout containers from a fancy Skyperian noodle shop were scattered on the low table, alongside bowls of Sera's famous caramel popcorn and a secret stash of Aria's imported chocolates, which she was currently "reluctantly" sharing.

Aria herself was nestled in a nest of silk cushions, her elaborate updo finally undone, letting her rich auburn hair fall in soft waves around her shoulders. She was meticulously braiding a small section of it, her expression more relaxed than anyone ever saw in public. "And then he had the audacity to suggest that my spatial glyph in the practical was 'inelegant.' Me! Can you believe the nerve of Professor Borin?" she huffed, but there was no real heat in it. This was comfortable ranting.

Riv was in her designated "spot"—a perfectly arranged corner of the largest sofa, a complex, multi-layered puzzle box in her hands. She'd already solved it twice and was taking it apart to start over. She wore an oversized, incredibly soft-looking hoodie and a rare, small smile. She didn't look up from the gears. "Borin's an idiot. Your glyph was fifteen percent more efficient than the textbook model. He's jealous because he can't visualize four-dimensional folds." Her tail gave a single, satisfied flick.

Selene was lying on her stomach on a plush fur rug, chin propped in her hands, scrolling through her crystal-slate. She wore a surprisingly simple, but still impossibly soft, cashmere lounging set. Her platinum hair was a loose, shining river down her back. "Ugh, look at this. Elara Dawnsinger posted another 'candid' shot from the baths. The lighting is so obviously staged. The desperation reeks." She sounded bored, but there was a glint of amusement in her icy eyes as she showed the slate to the person next to her. "See? No subtlety at all." She subtly shifted closer, seeking the shared body heat of the sleepover pile.

Sera was in her absolute element. Dressed in her infamous fluffy sheep onesie, complete with little wing-humps on the back and a hood with floppy ears, she was carefully applying a sparkly, peel-off face mask to Aria's protesting but ultimately compliant face. Her halo glowed with a steady, contented light. "Hold still! It's good for your pores! And it smells like moonberries!" She giggled, a warm, bubbly sound. A small, worn chibi mouse plushie—Rara—was tucked safely under a cushion nearby, a silent participant.

The atmosphere was one of deep, unguarded comfort. There was no performance here, no need for barbed defenses or strategic arrogance. This was their sanctuary, a space where the Princess, the Analyst, the Queen Bee, and the Sweetheart could just be. The faint, distant sound of someone strumming a guitar and humming mournfully outside the door was a familiar, ignored background noise. They were all exactly where they wanted to be: together, in their pajamas, with their most trusted teammate, and without a single trace of an unwanted, guitar-wielding fifth wheel.

Date: Serene-Day, the 12th of Sun's Zenith Time: 10:23 PM Location: Dormitory Suite 7A, Rosewood Hall, Heartstone Academy, Landornap

The fortress of blankets and pillows had become a battlefield. Laughter, shrieks, and the rustle of fabric filled the cozy dorm room. The strategic summit had devolved into a playful, physical tussle—a familiar, comfortable mess of tangled limbs among the closest of friends.

It had started with a pillow thrown by Selene, who claimed Aria had hogged the last moonberry tart. It escalated quickly.

Now, the scene was a breathless, giggling pile on the thick rug. Sera was closest, her fluffy sheep onesie a beacon of softness amidst the fray. She had been trying to apply a second, glittery face mask to a protesting Riv and ended up wrapped in a loose headlock, giggling uncontrollably as Riv tried to tickle her sides. Sera's face was flushed with laughter and exertion, her halo glowing a bright, happy gold. "Okay, okay! I surrender! No more masks!" she gasped out, but she made no real move to escape, instead squirming closer, her back pressing against the nearest warm body with a sigh of happy contentment. So warm... just a little closer...

Riv, usually so composed, was disheveled in a way no one outside this room ever saw. Her severe black bob was mussed, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. She had Sera in a loose hold, but her icy-blue eyes weren't on her captured friend. They were fixed across the pile, sharp and intent, tracking movement. Her analytical mind was still running, but the calculations had shifted from combat tactics to something far more personal. "You're all terrible at this," she muttered, but her voice lacked its usual bite. It was rough, a little breathless. She released Sera and shifted, her hand landing casually on a nearby ankle, her thumb idly stroking the skin there as if checking for a pulse. She didn't pull away. Don't move. Just... stay right there.

Aria was a vision of noble dignity utterly undone. She was half-pinned, her silk pajama top rumpled, her hair a magnificent auburn cloud around her. She had lost the fight but won a better position, her head tipped back in laughter that died in her throat as she felt the solid weight of a leg draped over hers. Her spiny mouse tail, which had been lashing in playful irritation, went still, then slowly, deliberately curled around the calf resting near it, the tiny bristles gently brushing against the skin. Her amber-gold eyes, glittering with mirth a moment before, now held a darker, warmer heat. "This... this is undignified," she breathed, not making a single move to restore dignity. More. This is... acceptable. More than acceptable.

Selene was the most surprising. Her perfect platinum hair was tousled, her expensive lounging set wrinkled. She lay partially on her side, propped on an elbow, looking like a fallen angel. The glacial disdain was gone from her eyes, replaced by a hooded, hungry curiosity. She reached out, not to push someone away, but to pluck a stray piece of popcorn from the collar of a nearby shirt, her long, elegant fingers lingering for a fraction too long on the fabric. "Absolutely barbaric," she purred, her voice a low, velvet murmur. "Look at us. A pack of animals." She didn't sound displeased. She sounded fascinated. Her gaze traveled slowly, possessively, over the scene, over the heated press of bodies, landing finally on the one face closest to hers in the pile. Finally. A little chaos. A little real feeling. Don't you dare pull away now.

The playful fight had ended. The room was quiet save for their mingled, slightly ragged breathing. The air, once filled with laughter, was now thick with a different kind of warmth—a heavy, charged silence broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as someone shifted, the sound amplified in the stillness. No one made a move to disentangle themselves. The line between friendly roughhousing and something else had been crossed, and not a single one of them wanted to cross back. Outside, the mournful guitar strumming from the hallway had long since stopped, forgotten.

Date: Serene-Day, the 12th of Sun's Zenith Time: 9:23 PM Location: Private Dormitory Suite, Female Residential Halls, Heartstone Academy, Landornap

The room was dark, save for the soft, pulsing glow of a dozen mana-crystals scattered around the plush bedding. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, heated skin, and something sweetly floral from Selene's perfume. The only sounds, for a moment, were ragged breaths, soft, choked gasps, and the slick, rhythmic squish-slap-squish of flesh meeting flesh at a relentless, driving pace.

Aria's face was buried in a pile of silk pillows, her knuckles white where she clutched the fabric. Her normally pristine auburn hair was a wild, damp cascade sticking to her forehead and neck. Her whole body was a trembling bowstring, arching and shuddering with each powerful, deep impact. Every thrust punched a sharp, broken gasp from her lungs. "F-Fuh—! A-ah! G-Gods—!" Her voice was a wrecked, husky whisper, stripped of all its noble arrogance. Her spiny mouse tail was coiled so tightly around her own thigh it was trembling, the tip flicking in frantic, helpless little spasms.

Beside her, Riv was a study in shattered control. Her analytical composure had evaporated. Her head was thrown back, lips parted in a silent scream that finally broke into a series of sharp, staccato moans. "Ngh! Ah! R-right th— there! Don't— don't you dare— stop!" Her ice-blue eyes were glazed, unfocused, tears of overwhelmed sensation tracing paths down her temples into her disheveled black hair. One of her hands was fisted in the sheets, the other was clamped over her own mouth, as if trying to stifle the sounds she couldn't control.

Selene lay on her back next to Riv, one arm thrown over her eyes, the other hand tangled in her own platinum hair, pulling slightly. Her elegant, aloof façade was gone, replaced by a face contorted in raw, wanton pleasure. Her legs were splayed, body writhing as skilled fingers worked her over with punishing precision. "Y-Yes! Fuck— just like that! More— give me more, you insatiable— ah!" Her curses were breathy, desperate, her usual cutting wit reduced to base, primal filth. She bit her lip hard, a high-pitched whine escaping her throat.

Sera was curled on her side facing them, her fluffy sheep onesie pushed down to her waist. Her honey-gold eyes were wide, dazed with lust, watching the scene with a kind of reverent, overwhelmed hunger. Her own hand was busy between her thighs, moving in a frantic, slick rhythm that matched the pounding tempo dominating the room. Her soft whimpers and mewls were a constant, needy counterpoint to the others' cries. "S-So good... s-so much... I-I can't... look at you all... oh!" Her halo was blazing, a brilliant, shimmering gold that pulsed in time with her quickening breaths.

And in the center of the chaotic, heated pile, on the nightstand, a communication crystal glowed with an active connection. Kaito's voice, tinny and confused, cut through the symphony of their pleasure.

"Hey... guys? You there? The signal's been weird. I thought I heard... something. Aria? Selene? You're all so quiet. Are you plotting a surprise for me? You know I love surprises!" His tone was a mix of cheerful confusion and burgeoning, hopeful suspicion.

Aria's eyes snapped open, wide with panic and a feral kind of amusement. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled squeak as a particularly deep thrust stole her breath. "K-Kai—! I— ngh!— we're— busy—!" She managed to gasp, her voice cracking.

Selene let out a sharp, breathless laugh that dissolved into a moan. "Gods— yes, Kaito—! A surprise—! Oh! Fuck—! Y-You could say that—!" She arched her back, her free hand scrabbling at the sheets.

Riv, ever the pragmatist even in the throes of passion, made a weak, aborted gesture towards the crystal. "H-Hang up—! Hang up the damned— AH!— thing!" she choked out, but her body was curling in on itself, her focus shattering again.

Sera just whimpered, shaking her head, her face a mask of ecstatic agony as she watched her friends come apart, her own movements becoming jerky, frantic. The contrast between Kaito's oblivious, eager voice on the crystal and the raw, unfiltered sex happening just inches away was surreal, electric, and impossibly, dangerously thrilling.

Date: Serene-Day, the 12th of Sun's Zenith Time: 12:47 PM Location: The Central Walkway, Heartstone Academy Grounds, Landornap

The midday sun over the Heartstone Academy grounds was particularly bright, dappling the well-trodden paths between the grand lecture halls. The Eternal Roses, plus Kaito, made for a striking procession as they moved from the main building toward the open-air dining pavilion. Aria led with her customary, haughty poise, Riv a silent, sharp-eyed shadow at her side. Selene moved with a languid, contemptuous grace, and Sera bounced along, her halo glowing cheerfully. Kaito, as always, orbited them like a hyperactive satellite, strumming an idle chord on his guitar.

"So, the new Gelid Wyrm dissection in Monster Ecology is fascinating," Aria was saying, her tone crisp. "The professor's methodology, however, is appallingly crude. I've drafted a letter of suggestion—"

She stopped mid-sentence. The entire group seemed to freeze as one, their gazes locking onto a scene unfolding at a stone bench nestled under a flowering arcadia tree.

There, a small, giggling cluster of students—a mix of fox-kin, a shy-looking dryad, and a bold mer-girl—had gathered around {{user}}, a familiar, ambiguous figure. One of the fox-girls was leaning in, her tail swishing playfully, saying something that made the others laugh. The mer-girl was boldly twirling a lock of her own hair, her gaze appreciative. It was a light, harmless, flirty little bubble of attention.

The atmosphere around the Eternal Roses instantly dropped twenty degrees.

Aria’s perfect posture went rigid. Her auburn hair seemed to crackle with static, her spiny mouse tail lashing like a whip behind her. Her amber-gold eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, her gaze fixed on the laughing fox-girl's hand where it rested on the bench, too close for comfort. "Excuse me," she said, her voice a low, arctic hiss that carried perfectly across the lawn. She didn't move, but her presence became a pointed, icy lance aimed directly at the group.

Riv’s analytical detachment vanished, replaced by a predator's stillness. Her ice-blue eyes, usually so calculating, now held a flat, reptilian chill. The vertical slits of her pupils contracted. Her knuckles popped as she clenched her fists at her sides. She took a single, silent step forward, her head tilting just so, analyzing the group not for threats, but for vulnerabilities. Targets identified. Proximity unacceptable. Response: escalation. The thought was cold, clear, and violent.

Selene’s glacial boredom evaporated into something far more potent: pure, molten offense. A delicate, contemptuous sneer curled her perfect lips. She didn't deign to look at the interlopers directly; instead, she looked through them, as if they were particularly grimy stains on the scenery. "How... pathetically common," she drawled, her voice dripping with venomous honey. She subtly adjusted her stance, letting the sun catch the jewels at her throat and wrists, a silent, glittering declaration of superiority and possession.

Sera’s warm, sunny smile didn't leave her face. It simply... changed. The kindness in her honey-gold eyes hardened into something unyielding. Her halo, which had been a soft yellow, flickered and began to glow with a sharper, more piercing white-gold light, like the heart of a star. The air around her hummed faintly, not with menace, but with an intense, protective conviction that felt far more dangerous. "Oh my," she said softly, her sweet voice carrying an unfamiliar, steel-edged weight. "They seem... very friendly, don't they?"

Kaito, sensing the seismic shift in the emotional landscape, stopped strumming. His cheerful grin faltered, replaced by a look of dawning horror and shared indignation. He glanced from the frozen, deadly tableau of the Roses to the oblivious group of flirts and back again. "Uh. Guys? Hey, c'mon, it's probably nothing, right? Just some... fans. Everyone's a fan, haha..." His attempt at defusing the situation was weak, swallowed by the sheer, silent fury radiating from the four young women beside him.

The girls by the bench, finally sensing the weight of the combined, laser-focused attention, began to falter. The fox-girl’s tail stopped swishing. The mer-girl’s smirk faded. They glanced over, meeting Aria’s withering glare, Riv’s predatory stare, Selene’s contemptuous dismissal, and Sera’s terrifyingly serene smile. The playful, flirty bubble popped in an instant, replaced by a palpable chill of dread. Without a word, they began to shuffle back, their laughter dying in their throats, making mumbled excuses as they hastily dispersed, casting nervous looks over their shoulders.

The Roses didn't move, watching them flee with the unblinking focus of apex predators guarding their territory. Only when the last interloper had scurried around a corner did the terrifying aura slowly begin to dissipate, leaving behind a heavy, possessive silence on the sunny path.

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