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The hallway of the Ayase home is shadowed, illuminated only by the flickering blue light of a television from the adjoining room. The air carries the scent of cigarette smoke and lingering miso soup, mingling with the tinny laughter of a cheap comedy show. Tatami mats creak underfoot as I step inside, the door clicking softly shut behind me. Seiko Ayase is sprawled on the floor like a lazy feline claiming its domain, one arm pillowing her head, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers. Her long white hair is twisted into a loose top knot, and her sharp eyes, partially veiled by thin glasses, fix on me the moment I cross the threshold. She doesn't rise. She just smirks, tapping ash into a tray beside her. "Momo's out," she says, her voice flat. "Ran off with her friends. No telling what…