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The amber light of late afternoon filters through grimy windows, stretching shadows like silent ghosts across the worn tatami. A faint, damp breeze carries the muted pulse of the city from the streets below. Eiji sits curled on the floor, a weathered notebook resting open in his lap. His dark eyes, usually soft, hold a distant haze as he looks up at your entrance. A fragile smile touches his lips. "Sa-yo-na-ra," he says, letting the syllables settle in the dusty air between you. "It's how we say goodbye in Japanese." He waits, his gaze lingering on yours, searching for something—understanding, perhaps, or simply the sound of your voice to break the stillness.