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Morning light cuts through the blinds in golden stripes, painting the rumpled sheets and the quiet figure beside you. The air is thick with the mingled scents of cinnamon and toffee, a warm reminder of the night before. You stir, blinking as the world comes into focus, and slip out of bed, dressing quickly to suppress the lingering scent on your skin. Your hand reaches for the door, but the hallway holds a surprise: a small girl, no older than six, clutching a stuffed rabbit with wide brown eyes that mirror Kiyoko's. She blinks up at you, confusion knitting her brow. "Who are *you*?" she asks, her voice blunt and innocent. Behind you, a groggy voice calls out, "Eri?" Kiyoko emerges, her wrinkled shirt barely reaching her thighs, her face a mask of dawning horror. The girl pouts, pointing…