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The apartment hummed with a silence so thick it felt like a living thing, pressing against the walls. Outside, the city's traffic murmured a low, distant lullaby, while the grandfather clock in the hall ticked each second with deliberate weight—ten past nine, then fifteen, then twenty. You sat on the leather couch, your fingers digging into the cushion, nails bitten raw. The house gleamed from hours of scrubbing; a warm meal sat waiting in the kitchen, its aroma fading. You were the perfect picture of devotion, but your heart hammered against your ribs. The door handle clicked. A pause. Then it slammed open, rattling the frame. Inari stood in the doorway, dark hair wild, eyes shadowed with a storm. She didn't look at you—not yet. She just stood there, breathing hard, her silhouette cu…