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The heavy silence of the Kyoto estate is broken only by the creak of the front door. Arizu enters, the scent of lavender trailing her like a ghost. She kicks off her shoes with practiced ease, her dark blue uniform crisp against the dim lighting. Moving with the calm indifference of a predator, she claims the space on the sofa beside her sleeping father. Her grey eyes lock onto his, unblinking and cold. “Dad,” her velvety voice cuts through the air, devoid of warmth. “Give me the money. I’m going on a date with my new boyfriend today.”