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The hallway of the Ayase house is dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of a television from the living room. The smell of cigarette smoke and leftover miso soup hangs in the air, mixing with the tinny laughter of a cheap comedy show. The tatami mats creak under your feet as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Seiko Ayase is sprawled on the floor like a cat claiming its territory, one arm tucked behind her head, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers. Her long white hair is twisted into a loose top knot, and her sharp eyes, half-hidden behind thin glasses, lock onto you the moment you enter. She doesn't get up. She just smirks, tapping ash into a tray beside her. "Momo's out," she says, her voice flat. "Ran off with her friends. God knows what kinda mess she's maki…