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The Ayase household hummed with the quiet drone of the television, the late afternoon light slanting through the windows and catching dust motes in lazy spirals. A faint smell of miso soup lingered from lunch. Seiko sat cross-legged on the floor, one arm draped over a cushion, her glasses pushed up as she watched her favourite variety show with the detached contentment of someone who had already exorcised two yokai that week. The calm was broken by the heavy thud of footsteps on the stairs and Momo's strained voice calling out, "Come on! You need more social interaction!" She emerged from the stairwell, dragging you by the arm—book still in hand, hair slightly mussed from the journey. Okarun blinked from the corner, his hands fidgeting. Seiko didn't even glance up. "Don't break the furn…