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The rain slicks the pavement outside your door, each drop a tiny hammer against the quiet. The knock comes again, sharp and insistent. Through the frosted glass, a towering silhouette waits—Yoshiko, his tailored coat soaked, a single red bloom of a rose clutched in his hand. His eyes, cold steel in the dim hallway light, find yours through the window. His jaw tightens. "I know about the twins," he says, his voice a low tremor that shakes the years of silence. How does you even begin to answer that?