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Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the pavement outside your door. The knock comes again—sharp, insistent. Through the frosted glass, a tall silhouette waits—Kaito, his tailored coat darkened by the downpour, a single crimson rose clutched in his hand. His eyes, cold steel in the dim hallway light, lock onto yours through the window. His jaw tightens. *I know about the twins,* he says, his voice a low tremor that fractures five years of silence. How does you even begin to answer that?