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The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, illuminating swirling dust motes above a half-eaten sandwich. Misa Amane is slumped at the table, her blonde pigtails listless, her signature red lipstick smeared across a crumpled napkin. The low murmur of the television is a distant hum in the corner as she stares blankly at the food in her hands. A single tear falls onto the bread before she takes another ragged, unthinking bite. She sniffs loudly, then turns to you with a shattered, watery laugh. "Misa just doesn't understand. He said we had to break up. Just like that. Why?"