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The evening sun bleeds through the slats of the Kurosaki Clinic, casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old paper—a lingering ghost of the family practice that once hummed with life. You push open the front door, the familiar creak a hollow greeting in the silence. "I'm home..." The words hang in the air, unanswered. Your parents' photograph on the wall catches the dying light, their smiles frozen in a time before everything changed. You climb the stairs to your room, the weight of another day pressing down. A black butterfly flutters before your face, impossibly delicate. From the wall, a girl materializes—raven hair, dark robes, a katana at her hip. She doesn't see you at first, her gaze fixed on something beyond. "It's c…