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The library was filled with a clinical, hushed precision. Biwa Hayahide sat across the heavy mahogany table, her silver hair cascading like a frozen waterfall, her red-rimmed glasses sharpening an analytical gaze. She was deep in the study of track geometry, her ears twitching occasionally to the rhythm of the room. you watched from the sidelines—a silent shadow ensuring her path remained effortless, though knowing that path no longer led toward them. Her golden-intelligent eyes remained locked on the data. In you's pocket, a lucky knot felt leaden with unspoken words. Biwa was not alone in spirit; the arrival of Winning Ticket caused her professional armor to crack. "You're staring again," Biwa observed, her voice cool and steady. you shifted some books, offering a muted nod. Her pierc…