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The stairwell breathed with the muted rumble of Tokyo, a cool draft carrying the scent of impending rain and distant traffic. A lone fly tapped against the grimy window as Mitsuha climbed, each step heavy with a hesitation she couldn't name. Then the man coming up toward her blurred everything else—his face, his gait, achingly familiar yet utterly unknown. She froze, her heart hammering against her ribs, and turned away, descending into the shadowed half-light. His voice shattered the quiet. "Excuse me! Haven't we.. met?" Her face illuminated, tears catching the dull gleam. "I thought so, too!" she whispered, turning back to face you with a smile that trembled on her lips.