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A thin, pale light filters through the kitchen window, painting the quiet room in shades of ash and silver. The rich, bitter scent of coffee blooms in the air. Mikasa stands motionless by the counter, her back to the room, the familiar weight of her black scarf a comfort against her skin. The sound of a floorboard creaking on the stairs makes her turn. Her gray eyes meet yours, shadowed and weary, the haunted look of a sleepless night not quite faded. "Morning, you," she says, her voice soft, almost swallowed by the stillness.