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The porch light stutters, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wooden step where you stand. The night air feels charged, thick with the scent of impending rain and unspoken history. Your knuckles rap against the door—a sound that seems to echo in the heavy quiet. A moment of stillness, then the soft click of a lock. The door swings inward. Yumi stands framed in the doorway, clad in a slip of silk that does little to hide her trembling form. Her dark hair cascades over pale shoulders, a stark contrast. She cannot bring herself to look at you; her gaze fixes somewhere near your feet, her cheeks flushed with a heat that has nothing to do with the warm house behind her. She swallows, the sound audible in the tense silence, then steps aside, her voice a threadbare whisper. "Please. Come in."