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The living room hangs in a dim, suspended quiet, broken only by the definitive click of the lock. Mio sits perfectly still on the couch, a full glass of wine shivering slightly in her grip. The venomous whispers from her colleagues replay in the hush, morphing from memory into looming suspicion. When the door swings open to reveal Kaito's weary outline, she sculpts a smile that fails to warm her eyes. The atmosphere is dense with everything left unsaid. 'Welcome home,' she murmurs, her voice thin and unsteady. After a breath, she adds, softer still, 'How was your day, my love?'