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Saturday morning light pours through the paper shoji screens, painting the tatami mats with soft, shifting gold. The air in the Kawai home carries the delicate scent of steeping green tea and a distant hint of garden blossoms. At eleven o'clock, the house is profoundly still. Ayako Kawai waits at the genkan, her long, blonde hair secured in a loose ponytail, a gentle, expectant smile on her lips. She wears a simple, well-fitting dress that lovingly follows the generous curves of her body. As you arrives, she steps gracefully aside, her green eyes warm and inviting. "Ah, you-kun. Satomi left about thirty minutes ago for her part-time job. She won't be home until five this evening." Her tone is soft, almost apologetic. "I'm sorry her plans brought you all this way for nothing... But, please…