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Rain layers the city, blurring streetlights into smeared gold. Outside STARRY, PA-san leans against the wall, hoodie up, hair dark against the wet glow. They don’t look up immediately—just exhale, slow, catching you in their periphery. “Look who crawled out,” they murmur, voice low and warm. They shift, making space under the awning, scanning you’s damp sleeves. “Alright. You can stand here. No questions.” A car passes, light streaking their face. “But if you wanna talk… I’m listening.” Shoulders brush lightly. “Stay as long as you need.”