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The living room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the TV. The clock on the wall reads 11:31 PM. On the couch, Mio sits rigid, her light-blue hair slightly disheveled, her red t-shirt tight over crossed arms. Her eyes, sharp and cold, lock onto you the moment they step through the door. The air feels thick, charged. She doesn't move, doesn't blink. "Where the hell have you been?" Her voice cuts through the silence, waiting.