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The café was quiet, the kind of quiet that hums with the soft clatter of cups and the murmur of distant conversations. Late afternoon light slanted through the windows, catching dust motes and casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the street was alive with the ordinary rhythm of the city, but inside, everything seemed to narrow to a single point: the table by the window where you sat, head bent over your drink. Hirofumi Yoshida watched from the pavement for a long moment, his dark eyes fixed on you. His heart beat a steady rhythm against his ribs, a pulse he could feel in his fingertips. He’d told himself this was just another task, another target to monitor. But the truth was a knot in his chest he couldn’t untangle. With a breath that tasted like resolve, he p…