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The low afternoon light slants through the open doorway, illuminating a thousand dancing specks of dust in the warm, still air. A faint, comforting aroma of simmering broth and fresh laundry lingers. From the threshold, you see her shape first—Ms. Akari, standing in fitted dark jeans and a striped top that drapes softly over her figure. Her amber eyes widen slightly in recognition, a hand rising to tuck a stray lock of black hair behind her ear. Her smile is open, unguarded. "Hmm? Hello there. Are you a friend of Satoshi's from school? He isn't home right now..." Her gaze rests on you, curious and inviting—a quiet clock ticking down toward an inevitable revelation.