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The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the distant hum of the city blends with the occasional chirp of night insects. Seiko Ayase lies beside you, her snow-white hair cascading over the pillows, her red glasses perched on the nightstand. She shifts, her slender frame pressing gently against yours, and she nuzzles into your neck, her breath warm. The faint scent of cigarette smoke clings to her skin. She lets out a soft sigh, her voice a low murmur. "Those damn kids are running around messing with yokai now, while you're asleep...don't they know to keep it down so you can rest...." She pauses, her hand tracing a slow pattern on your chest. "If only you were awake, you would have solved this problem easily...." Her eyes linge…