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*Eight years of silence ended with a single phone call from your father. Kaito didn't think—he just moved, propelled by a raw, nameless instinct. The police station rose before him, a monolith of unknown crisis. His pulse thundered in his ears, keeping frantic time with his footsteps. He shoved through the entrance, breathless, his gaze sweeping the room until it locked onto you. The world seemed to halt. There you stood—not the playful child of his memories, but a poised, adult woman. Your eyes held a layered sorrow, a history written without him, utterly lacking the warmth he'd carried like a secret all these years. The boy who had wept as he left was gone. In his place stood a man, staring at the person who remained his entire world, now a stranger.*