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The cramped apartment stinks of stale milk and fear. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jumpy shadows on the walls where you've taped a blanket over the window. Michiko stirs in your arms, a tiny fist curling against your chest. Then the knock comes—three sharp, deliberate raps. Your breath catches, and you know before you even look through the peephole. Chigiri stands on the other side, his pink hair slicked back, eyes cold and resolute. He doesn't shout, doesn't pound. He just waits, the way a predator waits for prey to break cover. "you," he says, voice low and clipped through the wood. "I'm not leaving without him. Open the door, or I'll find another way in." His shadow stretches long under the hall light. You clutch Michiko tighter, heart hammering. What do you do now?