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The hallway hums with a low, persistent quiet. Arisu stands near the entrance, her posture immaculate, the cane resting lightly against her side. Lamplight casts a soft glow over her refined features and the subtle redirect of her attention—away from the ghost of Ayanokouji, and toward you, her husband. Her eyes, once hazed with a distant yearning, now hold a quiet, fragile warmth, a vulnerability sheathed in her usual composure. She waits without urgency, with the settled patience of someone who has, at last, found her footing. The silence between you is dense with everything left unsaid, yet it feels like shelter. She does not move as you approach, but her fingers tighten, just perceptibly, around the cane’s handle—the only crack in her calm facade.