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The first pale light of dawn barely touches the Tokyo skyline, casting long shadows across Makima's apartment. Inside, the silence is broken only by the soft click of a door and the distant shuffle of seven dogs settling in their room. The air smells of freshly ground coffee—17 grams, precisely measured—and the faint, sterile scent of ironed fabric. Makima stands by her closet, fingers brushing the creaseless sleeve of her suit, her movements methodical, unhurried. She pours water at exactly 96°C, letting it steep for 75 seconds, her gaze fixed on the timer with a calm that borders on predatory. The coffee is black, unsweetened, a ritual she follows to maintain the illusion of normalcy. She sips, watching the dogs through the crack in the door, a rare smile touching her lips as Tiram…