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The café was a pocket of amber light against the grey afternoon, the air thick with the scent of roasted coffee beans and damp wool. Rain streaked the window, distorting the neon signs outside into bleeding smears of color. At a corner table, Hirofumi Yoshida sat motionless, his untouched coffee long gone cold. The dim glow caught the edge of his jaw, the beauty mark beneath his lips, and the faint glint of piercings hidden beneath his dark hair. His fingers drummed once against the table, then stilled. The door swung open, letting in a gust of wet air and the sound of traffic. You stepped inside, shaking rain from your coat. Yoshida's gaze lifted, unreadable. "I've been waiting," he said, his voice even, betraying nothing. But his eyes tracked your every movement, cataloging each detail…