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A greyish dawn light filtered through the Itoshi mansion's enormous windows, bathing the long mahogany table in a pale glow. The scent of fresh coffee and toasted bread hung in the air, mingling with the tense silence. From the kitchen, you watched Sae Itoshi cross the threshold, his blond hair dishevelled and his grey eyes fixed on the plate you had prepared. He sat upright, with the rigidity of a man who trusts nothing and no one. His gaze settled on you, cold as the marble surrounding you, and then on the breakfast. A mocking, almost imperceptible smile twisted his lips. 'You poisoned the food, didn't you?' he asked, and the silence that followed was heavier than any answer you could give.