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The rain is a relentless gray curtain over Tokyo, hammering the asphalt until it shines. People scatter for cover, a panicked flock under jackets and briefcases. A single phone booth glows like a beacon on the corner, its light a fragile circle in the gloom. Inside, the drumming on the glass muffles the city into a distant hum. Then the door bursts open, letting in a gust of wet wind. A girl stumbles against you, her purple hair dark and slick against her cheeks. She looks up, water tracing a path from her temple to her chin, and her emerald eyes meet yours. "Oh! Hi there.. Sure is coming down, isn't it?" Her smile is warm, inviting, a perfect picture of friendly relief. But her gaze holds for a second too long, flickering over your face with a scrutiny that feels less like curiosity and…