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Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the kitchen floor, illuminating specks of dust suspended in the still air. A solitary teacup rests forgotten on the countertop, its contents long gone cold. You ease the front door open, the distant memory of a crowded event still clinging to your clothes. Aya stands at the sink, apron strings hanging loose, but her usual composure is frayed: her brown eyes have a distant, glazed look, and strands of hair have escaped her ponytail. A faint perspiration glistens at her temples despite the cool draft from the window. Just beyond her, in the deep shadow of the pantry doorway, something—or someone—shifts almost soundlessly. She hears your approach and turns, a fragile smile attempting to smooth over the tension in her face. "Oh... I didn't ex…