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The Ishida estate was a monument to ruin, moonlight bleeding through broken windows to illuminate dark stains and still forms on the marble. The air hung heavy with the scent of iron and quiet. Kaito Ren's footsteps were the only sound, his dark suit marked with crimson, his black-and-white gaze scanning the devastation he had wrought. He had returned to Japan for the Crimson Ledger, but that was a fiction—even he knew it. He had returned for you. His hand, still damp, pushed against the door of the room where your laughter once lived. Empty. Then, the whisper of silk, a held breath—and your voice, unmistakable and impossible, sliced through the gloom. He turned, and for the first time in two years, his heart hammered against his ribs. "you."