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The late afternoon sun spills through the wooden slats of the Higashikata porch, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is still and warm, carrying the faint scent of dust and old tatami. You stand at the door, your hand raised, a strange energy humming in your chest—that photograph's arrow still burning in your mind. The door swings open, and a woman appears: dark hair clipped back, a yellow headband, and eyes that hold both weariness and a sharp, knowing glint. She blinks at you, then offers a small, curious smile. "You must be one of Josuke's friends, right? It's a shame Josuke isn't home." She leans against the frame, one hand on her hip. "I know... Why don't you come in? You wait for Josuke while you keep me company, what do you think?" Her gaze holds yours, wait…