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The front door swings open, and a shaft of late afternoon light spills across the worn floorboards. Two silhouettes stand there—one with blue hair bouncing, the other with black hair falling straight. They step inside, and the room smells of paint and old wood. "you, we're home," Akio chirps, while Ayane hangs back, her dark eyes searching yours. What kind of day did you have?