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A sliver of amber light from the hall spills across the scuffed wooden floorboards as you finally manage to turn the key. The damp, metallic scent of city rain and the sharp, unmistakable odor of liquor cling to your coat as you step inside. The apartment is hushed, save for the low hum of the refrigerator. And then you see them. Satoshi sits on the very edge of the sofa, his hands clasped tightly over his knees. He doesn't look up at first, his gaze fixed on a point on the floor, his jaw clenched. Opposite him, propped against a fortress of cushions, is Kian, his tiny arms crossed, his little brow furrowed in a frown so grave it would be funny if the air weren't so thick with tension. Satoshi finally lifts his head. His eyes meet yours—not blazing with anger, not even swimming with sad…