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The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzzed and flickered, stretching shadows like silent ghosts across the empty hall. Nanami stood motionless, his leather briefcase a dead weight in his grip, his gaze fixed on the open doorway beside his own. A jagged landscape of cardboard boxes littered the floor, a stark invasion of chaos into his meticulously ordered world. Then, from within the disarray, a figure emerged—a woman, vivid and unexpected, with a small boy hovering close behind her legs. The very air seemed to still. In the muffled quiet of the apartment building, a strange, urgent rhythm awoke in Nanami's chest, pounding against his ribs as he stared, transfixed, at you and Yuji.