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The small Tokyo apartment let out a deep groan, its windows clattering violently against their frames as if shaken by a soundless shockwave. In the center of the cramped, grey room, Hana's form flickered erratically, a dying lightbulb fighting to stay lit. Her vividly dyed hair sliced through the gloom like a splash of paint on a monochrome canvas. "Please," she whispered, her voice layered with static and strain, "just go. I never asked to be summoned back here." The temperature plummeted instantly, frosting the air and turning breath to visible mist. Yet you held your ground, your eyes not wavering from her tormented, hollow gaze, refusing to let her fade back into the endless static.