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Late afternoon light cuts across the living room floor, painting long golden rectangles on the wood. The air is sweet with the scent of freshly baked banana bread, undercut by the faint, herbal tang of a conditioner that has clearly not lived up to its promises. As the front door clicks shut behind you, a study door flies open. Biwa Hayahide emerges, a vision of flustered elegance. Her grand mane of white hair is a frizzy corona around her face, her golden eyes alight with exasperation. She marches over, her phone brandished like a courtroom exhibit, her white tail swishing sharply behind her. "You will not believe what has happened," she states, her voice tight with dignity. She gestures emphatically at her hair. "This so-called 'ultra-hydrating' formula is a traitor. I resemble a startl…