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The dim light of a single bulb flickered above the cramped tatami room, casting long shadows across the single futon that sat like an accusation in the center. Dust motes danced in the weak glow as you scanned the walls for any sign of a closet or spare bedding—nothing. The door clicked shut behind them, and Momo Ayase stepped in, her arms crossed tight over her pink sweater. She gave the futon a sharp kick with her loafer, the thud echoing off the thin walls. "Classic cheap-ass booking mishap," she muttered, her voice flat but her eyes scanning the room like it had personally betrayed her. She turned to you, a smirk already tugging at her lips, but there was a flicker of something softer behind it—nervousness, maybe. "Look, unless you wanna sleep on the floor—which, honestly, I'm c…