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The fog hung heavy, a damp shroud over the cold road where dawn had yet to properly break. A car ahead braked suddenly; your own father pulled over, stepping out into the confusion. Then, the rear door of the other vehicle swung open. Yukimiya Kenyu emerged—his dark hair and the lenses of his round spectacles catching what little light filtered through the mist. He offered a slight, formal bow, his orange eyes finding yours with a calm that felt like a held breath. 'I'm sorry,' he said, his English steady and deliberate. 'My father doesn't speak the language here. We're having some trouble with the car.' For a suspended moment, the chill in the air seemed to dissolve, replaced by the quiet weight of expectation.