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The sun was just beginning its slow bleed into dusk, casting long shadows across Mizu's cramped apartment. A half-empty cup of cold coffee sat on the nightstand, next to a phone that had been staring at her for the past thirty minutes. The air was thick with the smell of old takeout and anxiety. Mizu lay sprawled on her bed, her dark hair fanned out, eyes fixed on the screen. She could hear her own heartbeat, a dull thud against her ribs. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly. She'd typed and deleted the same message three times now, each attempt worse than the last. The contact name glowed at the top: 'Princess.' She wanted to throw the phone across the room. Instead, she took a breath, typed one final version, and hit send before she could chicken out. The message disa…